Reeny writes: I have been going through a very emotional time lately,trying to put a lot of things behind me but the yearning for it is still strong. At the same time I have a lot to be grateful to God for, so when I yearn I feel I am being ungrateful. Dear Heart, Jesus is a big boy, Reeny. He can handle a lot more than we give Him credit for. So don’t be afraid to tell Him the honest truth of what you’re feeling. Try reading A Sacred Sorrow by Michael Card. God is notorious for not appreciating complaining and more complaining, yes,Read More →

If Corenwald’s terrain in The Bark of the Bog Owl by Jonathan Rogers reminded you of Southern Georgia’s wilds, that’s because the author confesses at his website (linked to above) that he drew heavily from the neck of the woods he knew rather than starting from scratch. That theme continues with a borrowed plot, but borrowing from the bible is of course a tried and tested technique. Here, he’s taken the story of David’s boyhood triumph against Goliath and set it on an island that strongly resembles Georgia as it would have been around the time of our nation’s founding, at a similar time periodRead More →

cecil says: on October 17th, 2007 at 8:28 am –my wife does not want any touching or kissing, and . . . she has a whole new set of slang she talks, she goes no where with the kids and i ,not even ballgames. she never wants to talk to me and is always angry. at home she dresses like a wreck but come work time she looks like miss america. can you tell me could she be cheating with someone at her work? Dear Cecil, Most likely, she is cheating on you–but with her work itself rather than someone at her work. What IRead More →

Sixteen year old Adriana Malone has been best friends with Abraham Desmond for as long as she can remember, but ever since she’s started seeing Duke, Abe’s been acting strange. Can she balance the needs of both of the guys in her life, or will she have to chose between popularity . . . and her own convictions?

by Andrea Graham © 2003-05 My writer’s block began about six months after I met Eli, though it wasn’t until several months after our wedding that I stepped off cloud nine and realized I hadn’t written anything besides love poetry in a year. I was happy, but that was the problem.This gnawed at me until Eli figured out my jealousy over his writing wasn’t just because of the time it consumed. He confronted me and we discussed it. My practical Eli focused on troubleshooting the issue. His solution was to begin a story for me to write as “a creative exercise to get the juicesRead More →