One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb.

For a very long time, I wrote a book a year, and was eager and willing to do it, to put bread on the table, to have my work out there. Now I must write a book every two years, and that's never enough time, either.

Are you reading your Bible?" Ah, well...I was." And then you quit." You got it." Then, you can expect to be weak on one of your flanks, and that's precisely where the Enemy will come after you with a vengeance.

Sometimes you have to gag on fancy before you can appreciate plain.

I live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.

I really care about my readers. I care about anyone who reads my books.

I'd like you to know that I have forgiven him. Again and again. Once done, course, back comes the Enemy to persecute and persecute, and I must ante up to God and forgive yet again.