I used to believe the purpose in life is to find happiness. I don’t believe that anymore. I believe we are all given gifts from our Father, and that our purpose is to offer them to Him. He knows how He wants us to use them.

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

You are free, you just don't know it" ~Michael to Sarah

That is one of the reasons I write: to feel the Presence of God and know He is speaking to me in a very personal way, instructing me, correcting me, redirecting me.

The battle would not take place in the mountains, valleys, or plains of Israel. It would take place in the wilderness of the human heart.

Fiction can serve in a non-threatening way to open minds and, I hope, hearts to the Word of God.

Maybe it's only those who've made such chaos of their lives who can understand the heights and depths of God's mercy.