You are unique. So is everyone else. So being unique isn’t special. If you are breathing, you are at least a little evil (flawed and imperfect.) So is everyone else. That makes you normal. Welcome to the club. You are at least a little good. Some are so evil, they use even their good qualities for evil. So the more you grow up into the wisdom, purity, goodness, and righteousness Christ offers to us all for free, the more special you are. So the most special people are gray-haired, physically failing, or otherwise at death’s door because they’re crossing the finish line of faith. They’veRead More →

Forgot to tell you, Christ Glory Books released a $0.99 digital short last week, my short story clear back from my college days, “The Forgotten.” It was my one attempt at Historical Fiction (that turned into Romantic Historical in the process). It was also an experiment in writing from the viewpoint of a blind person. It is set in first-century Jerusalem in late winter, during the time of Christ’s earthly ministry. Check it out. And please write a review. Thanks! Blurb: Blinded while defending his flock from a lion, Yoshiyah Bar-Natan has lost everything but his shepherd’s staff. Only his wealthy great uncle’s mercy sparesRead More →

The mentally ill come in all the same varieties as people without a mental illness. You have wicked people who are mentally ill, and their mental illness does not make their evil ways any less wicked. You have demon possessed people who are mentally ill, who may need both an exorcism and salvation to be cured, and it may well be instant in their cases, but that is certainly not every case. You have lukewarm Christians with mental illness who use “I’m sick” or “my child is sick” as an excuse to wallow in unrepentant sin. This sort will answer to God on the sameRead More →

As some of you may know, my husband and I suffer from infertility, both male and female factors. Sometimes, I don’t know what is more painful, when your dreams of biological children start to die inside you or when others give up on you ever conceiving. I turned thirty-four earlier this month and my husband will be thirty-five next month. We’ve been married (and also together) for thirteen years as of July. My ghost babies are growing up so fast. Twelve, nine, who knows? If you’re not infertile, you may not get it, what it’s like to grieve for children who were not only neverRead More →

Hi, my name is Andrea, and I am a wimp. So many people suffer so much worse than me, with bravery, faith, courage, hardly even seen them cry. Yet a little back pain and I want to rush straight to Heaven. A little pain in the ribs, where a deep breath hurts, and I succumb to tears, let it interfere with my work, keep me from accomplishing everything I should’ve done today. Whining, grumpy, snappy, all things we should never be. A little pain in the flesh and the fruits we should show–love, peace, joy, kindness, self-control–they seem to evaporate. It shouldn’t be. I shouldRead More →