Life rarely seems to pause for anything. Unfortunately the lack of pause means a lack of writing, at least that's what it means for me. A year after the completion of my last book - Cast Down - and I still haven't finished the sequel that I genuinely thought I'd have finished within a month or two. We've moved yet again, in case I hadn't mentioned it. Four times in three years. In September of 2013 we moved from a long time residence in East Haven, CT to Blowing Rock, NC. The winter was just too much for us. Temperatures with wind chills of 30 degrees below zero were not what we were looking for when we moved South, so we came down off the mountain to the city of Gastonia, near Charlotte. We didn't realize when we signed the lease that we were living in the 'hood. The gunshots at night, the drug dealers, the crime... it was an interesting year and we rode out the lease but then we had to go. Our next stop was a pretty little mobile home park in King'...
Matthew 12: 43-46 “When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation.” Let's say you have a house guest. Let's say it's someone you meet who doesn't have a place to live and you let them come stay in your guest room for a couple of weeks; just until they get on their feet. We've all done that, right? And we all know what happens - the guest gets too comfortable there, makes a mess, meddles in your life, screws up your marriage, steals from you and eventually you get to the point where you have to throw them out. Maybe you tell them that you need the room for ...
A lot goes into having a successful marriage. I'm sure any of my married readers will agree with that statement! I was 43 years old before I got married for the first time. Until then I wasn't particularly interested in getting married. I wasn't even really interested in a long term relationship. Frankly, I just couldn't be bothered. I had a good job, friends, lots of hobbies and activities and the thought of a relationship just seemed like more of a hassle than anything else. That was until God sent someone back into my life I hadn't seen since 1982. His name was Martin Petry. He and I attended the same high school in Ridgefield, Connecticut. He graduated in 1982, and I was a few years behind him, graduating in 1985 so we were only in school together for a single year. We were in two school plays together but never really even spoke. I thought he was cute. He didn't know I existed. God told me, "Tha...
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