Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “quiet time”
I hate New Year’s Resolutions. In my life, they’ve been consistent reminders of my ability to FAIL. (Humph) So, a few years ago, I stopped making resolutions altogether and started searching for smaller goals I could conquer. The most important one being: How would I meet Jesus every morning to focus my heart and mind on His presence that would then …
I feel like our nation has been holding its breath since the November election and now, post-inauguration, we’re slowly releasing a sigh. Maybe yours is a disappointed sigh. Or perhaps a relieved one. We don’t talk politics here. We talk about Jesus and His faithfulness to help us DEAL with the politics. Noah’s Ark, My Salvation As I SLOWLY make …
I’ve recently been drawn back to a Psalm that was once the cornerstone of my personal worship. Have you ever had a Scripture like that, a specific passage that could immediately drive your spirit to its knees? O God, You are my God, Earnestly I seek You. My soul thirsts for You. My body longs …
Have you heard the story about the guy who suddenly noticed a terrible smell in every room of his house? It was very distinct and a smell he recognized immediately. He called his friend and said, “Someone has played a dirty trick and hidden Limburger cheese in every room of my house! I need you to come over and help …
Separation… You’re reading this after I’ve spent eight days holed-up in a hotel room, finishing my rough draft on book #4–but I’m writing this in the midst of my separation from the world. Why does a middle-aged, empty-nester need quiet hotel room to write a biblical novel? Because my laundry yells at me, my dog has to go potty, and …
Egypt lauded Ra’s lovely chantress, whose heart was stolen by an ambitious priest named Potiphera.
In the powerful prequel to In Feast or Famine, Katesch was taken from her beloved son to become Pharaoh’s Songbird of Memphis. Her influence gains favor for an ambitious young priest named Potiphera. Drought scorches the land. Conspiracies thrive. Loyalties shift. Lives are lost. Can sacrifice free the Songbird from her gilded cage?
