Detective Maddison Holt is a man who loves God, but after facing a tragic loss, and accepting the guilt for causing that tragedy, he finds himself doubting both God and himself. Grief, guilt, and self-condemnation are keeping him from being free to love or even receive love from the woman the Lord wants to bless him with for the rest of his life. His journey into the truth that can set him free and give him another chance to love is the story you’ll find in SET FREE TO LOVE.
But Maddison’s story is just the beginning. Because once you get Maddison and Beth on their way to a happily-ever-after, you’ll find that several of the other characters in Book # 1 wanted a book of their own as well. And so the series grows. Four books currently make up the Smoky Mountain family of novels — each with its own hero who faces a challenge that only God’s love and power can overcome. There are more to come, and, hopefully, once you read Maddison’s story, you’ll want to read them all.
SET FREE TO LOVE went on sale yesterday at the Kindle store on Amazon.com. For the rest of June, you can purchase it for only $1.99. Check it out. And if you don’t have a Kindle, no problem. Amazon has a free Kindle app for any device you use. You can download it right from the page where you order SET FREE TO LOVE.
Don’t forget. My inspirational novel A Quiver Full of Arrows is on sale for $.99 at the Amazon Kindle store for two more days only. On Friday morning, it goes back to its original list price of $2.99.
What’s it about? Check out the description below. It will give you the picture in a nut shell — a peanut shell to be specific.
Peanut Shells! Piles of them around the front steps! Three days in a row! Where can they be coming from? Lawson Wainright isn’t sure, but he has a gut feeling that those shells, and the two sleeping bags he finds rolled up under his front porch, are somehow connected with four run-away children who have been in the news. And if he’s correct, his quiet, orderly life as a forty-year-old bachelor may be on the verge of being turned completely upside down.
Take a cast full of characters that will make the reader’s heart melt. Add a miracle or two from the hand of a loving God. And readers end up with a story that carries them through the troubles and struggles of life in an imperfect world and right into a somewhat surprising, but well-deserved, happy ending. The lesson learned by the end of the story: Sometimes trying too hard to do things according to accepted protocol can just get in the way of love.
An inspirational read for the whole family.
You’ll find the book at this link, and if you don’t have a Kindle, don’t let that stop you. Amazon offers a free Kindle app for any of your devices, and you can download it free right from the same page where you order the book.
My novel A Quiver Full of Arrows is on sale this week at the Kindle store on Amazon for only $.99. That’s a savings of $2.00. It will go back to list price in 6 days, 10 hours, and 51 minutes (from the time of this post).
It’s a story packed with delightful characters, God’s goodness, and a very satisfying ending. (And I’m not prejudiced …… honest. )
Check out the more detailed description and make your purchase HERE.
And don’t forget: if you don’t own a Kindle, you can download a free Kindle app onto your computer, your iPad, or your iPhone and enjoy the story anyway.
I have posted this poem a couple times over the years, but today I found myself reading it again and being inspired by it. It is one of my own personal favorites of the countless poems I’ve written during my life, and I just decided I WANTED to post it again.
ALONG THE RIVER
The sun is playing hide and seek with clouds
Along the river.
The clouds are gray, but friendly, soft, and free
Along the river.
I move unhampered by the flirting breeze
Along the river
Breathing deeply of the moistened earth
Along the river.
Quiet now invades my mind and soul
Along the river.
I’m letting go of tumbling, troubled thoughts
Along the river.
My past recedes; my future quiet rests
Along the river,
And water speaks to waters deep within
Along the river.
I sit and contemplate historic past
Along the river
The generations served by this same stream
Along the river.
And sense that I belong to something great
Along the river
A part of something bigger than myself
Along the river.
And far beyond my power to understand,
Along the river,
An elemental knowing I am known —
And I am loved —
By the Creator of the river.
Question # 1: When do you feel most connected with others?
When I’m teaching them. It seems to be true whether I’m teaching the Word of God or a writing class or a blogging class. Any period of time when I am sharing with people some part of knowledge that will make their lives better or that will help them to grow and do something important to them, I feel very closely connected.
I relish those times because so much of my life is lived in a solitary state. Because I’m in ministry, I spend a great deal of time studying the Word of God and praying. Both of those activities are best done alone. When I’m preparing a lesson — regardless of the subject matter — I need to be alone in order to concentrate and give it my best work. And since one of the biggest parts of my life is writing, that, too, requires total solitude. I’m not the kind of person who goes to a coffee shop to write my books. I’m able to do some writing even when I find I have to sit in a restaurant or library at times, but I do my best writing when I am totally alone and with no noise.
I enjoy sitting and visiting with friends and family, and I do manage to connect with them pretty well during those times, but it’s when I’m actually teaching and interacting with someone to whom I’m imparting knowledge that I “feel” most connected.
Question # 2: What daily habit would you like to introduce to your life?
Returning to a pattern of cooking and eating more regularly. Because I have the freedom to do as I please where most meals are concerned — and because I am generally doing much of the solitary work that I spoke of in question # 1 — I often eat at erratic hours and seldom put the time and effort into actually preparing food the way I did 10 years ago. But I always enjoyed cooking. I guess it just can’t compete with the writing and the teaching these days.
Question # 3: What one mini-little-adventure would you like to have in the coming week?
I’d like to fall in love. It’s been a long time since I was really in love, and it’s such a great experience. Of course, it has it’s up’s and down’s — as all things do in real life — but all the joys are worth the aggravations ——— well, at least that’s how I remember it. Maybe this week, if my adventure comes true, I’ll find out if I still feel that way. I’ll let you know.
Question # 4: List at least 5 things or events that changed your life.
Accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord.
Being baptized in the Holy Spirit
Marrying my husband
My husband’s death
Writing my first novel
Bonus Question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m grateful that I FINALLY finished a novel that I started 4 years ago and have struggled to get finished. During that four years I completed two other novels and saw them published, but this one kept getting away from me. I don’t feel I am required to finish every story I start, but I felt this one had real merit, and I didn’t want to give up on it. But whew! I thank God it’s done! (A lot of my readers won’t like the ending of this book, because it’s different from the norm in my novels, but I believe the ending is what it’s supposed to be, so that’s what counts.)
This coming week, I’m looking forward to basking in the joy of not feeling guilty and not mentally beating myself up because I didn’t write another chapter in that book. It’s done, it’s done, it’s done!
Abandon your fears. Abandon your insecurities. Abandon your doubts. Abandon your past failures. Abandon the negative words others have spoken concerning your abilities or your future. Abandon the so-called ‘friends’ who do not help draw you to your best and highest.
Life is too short to live it in fear, doubt, and the faulty judgments of other people. If you’re going to get anything out of this life, you’re going to have to put a lot into it. And you can’t do that if you’re constantly afraid or second-guessing because of past failures or someone else’s opinions.
Stand up and lay hold of this day in faith. God made you, so He loves you. And because He made you, He obviously has a plan for you. So get hold of Him today (you can find Him by calling on Jesus Christ) and find out what His delightful plan is for your life. Then get started carrying it out.
Abandon what is negative, dark, and destructive. Seize what is positive, light, and life-giving. Then go out there and LIVE!
Sometimes when I’m feeling sad and this ol’ world starts to creepin’ in on me — heavy-like — I take myself away from other people and huddle down in my old creakin’ rockin’ chair in my bedroom. I sit by the window just rockin’ away and lookin out — not seein’ anything in front of my eyes, but seein’ all kinds of things in my memories.
And at times like these — when I’m hurtin’ powerful bad in my soul — I like to remember Izzy best of all. Her real name was Isadora Bradshaw, but none of us kids ever called her Isadora — not me or my sister or any of our friends who came to visit. In fact, nobody I knew back then called her Isadora. She was just Izzy to all of us who loved her.
She was the best of the best was Izzy. About 200 pounds of love and laughter. Her full, round, black face would get all shiny with sweat whenever she was scrubbin’ the floors or haulin’ big loads of clothes from the wringer washer and carryin’ them out to the clothesline — or when she was standin’ at the ironin’ board with her feet in the tub of ice water.
Yes sir, I have to chuckle every time I think about it now. The picture’s still just as clear in my mind as it was every ironin’ day in the summer. Izzy said ironin’ on a summer day was the hottest one job in the whole world. She said it always made her think about how hot hell must be gonna be, and it made her want to go read the Good Book before she went to bed. Izzy loved that Good Book. And she loved the Lord. Gosh-a-mighty, I can still sing every old hymn that sweet ol’ black lady taught me.
But back to the ironin’ days: Izzy said she sweated so much the sweat would drip on the clean shirts she was ironin, so she decided to start standin’ in a big tub of ice water, and that way it kept her cooled down. When I was a little squirt, I didn’t understand how dangerous that could be, but when I got a little older and had learned a few things about electricity, I told her, “Izzy, you’re gonna electrocute yourself standing in that tub of water while you’re plyin’ that electric iron.”
“Lordy, Honeybear,” she’d say — she always called me “Honeybear” — from the day I was born I guess — but she’d say, “Lordy, Honeybear, if I was a goin’ to lectrify myself doin’ this, it would have done happened years ago. Now, you stop you’re worrin’ bout your old Izzy. If the good Lord did see fit to take me home while I was a ironin’, I don’t suppose it would hurt a thing — ceptin’, of course, you and your pa’s shirts would still be all wrinkled.”
I finally got to the place that I just laughed with her about it. And later on — when she was too old to work as our maid any longer and pa had a little three room house built out in the back for her to live in for the rest of her life, she and I would sit and remember those days and laugh ’til there were tears in our eyes. That was several years after I had finished high school and moved about a hundred miles away to take a job. I’d never been one to hanker after college, and I landed a job doing work that suited me and just stayed with it. I always made time to come home a couple weekends a month to see the family. But I got to be honest. It was Izzy that I really came home to.
Why that dear old black woman was like a second mama to me. My real mama was a good woman, and I know she loved me, but she was awful busy durin’ my growin’ up years with all of her society doin’s, and it was Izzy who made my breakfast, who listened to me read the stories in my grade-school reader, who listened to my hopes and dreams and fears when I’d spill ’em out non-stop the way a growin’ boy does when he’s goin’ through those years of change and uncertainty about life.
And it was Izzy who prayed for me all the time. I heard her prayin’ many a night. After she finally got her work finished up, she’d sit out on the back porch and talk to the Lord, and I’d sit by my bedroom window listenin’ to those prayers. Back then, I didn’t know the Lord yet, and my heart yearned for the kind of easy, lovin’ relationship that Izzy had with the God of the universe. And, of course, it was Izzy who finally led me to give my life to the Lord.
That one act made all the difference in my life, of course, but one of the most important things it did was to make me even closer to Izzy. She said once I was a Christian, that made her and me real family. Of course, to me, Izzy was always my family, but I eventually came to understand what she meant.
I came to understand a lot more than that too. Eventually, I realized that Izzy was a woman caught in a transition time in our nation. She wasn’t a slave. Nobody was a slave anymore. But she had been brought up by a family who had known slavery. Her own great grandparents – in their teen years – had been among the slaves freed after the Civil War. And livin’ in the deep south as they did, they just couldn’t seem to get more than one step away from it in their thinkin’ – mostly because the rest of the south couldn’t get more than one step away from it either. Their world revolved around an unspoken cast system, and Izzy and her family were still on the bottom.
She should have had opportunities for education and a career. She shouldn’t have been relegated to doing all the cooking, cleaning, and every other kind of drudgery work for someone else in someone else’s home. She should have had a home of her own with a good man and a passel of kids and a place in society where she could be involved with the rest of the world — just the way mama was able to do. But Izzy wasn’t a revolutionary. She wasn’t out to change the world. She took what came to her and thanked the Lord for a family to work for that she could also love.
By the time I understood all of these truths, Izzy was 78 years old and finally livin’ peacefully in her little 3-room house behind our big house. Most people called our house a mansion, but to me, it had always just been our house. And with Izzy there, it was all I needed for those growin’ up years.
I finally married, but we didn’t have any kids, and eventually my wife and I went our separate ways. I never took the chance again. Sometimes I wish I had, but wishin’ about it now is wasted energy. After the divorce, I used to sit and talk with Izzy about what I thought had gone wrong. She listened, but she never passed judgment on me — or on my wife. She just loved me, and that was enough.
Well, Izzy’s gone now — to live with her dear Lord. And me — I’m old and tired — and lonely. My family’s gone, and I miss ’em: my sister Ella and Mama and Papa. I miss the visits to the old home place. I live here in this place they call a “senior facility,” but it ain’t what I call really livin’. The truth is I’m just bidin’ my time until I go on home to be with the Lord too. Some days I have pain in my body, but most every day I have pain in my soul. Somethin’ in me still yearns to do things and go places and try out a few more dreams. But the will isn’t enough when the strength isn’t there.
So while I’m waitin’, I sit here in my quiet room, rockin’ and lookin’ out my window and rememberin’. And it ain’t so bad really — as long as I sit here and remember Izzy standin’ there at the old ironin’ board, her feet in that pan of ice water, and us laughin’ together to beat the band . . . and singin’ the old hymns, and . . . .
Epiphany is a celebration by the Body of Christ of the revelation of Jesus Christ to the gentiles — all nations of people who are not from His own Jewish heritage. On this day, we often celebrate the arrival of the wise men from the east, who came many miles, following a great sign in the heavens, to worship Jesus as the Lord of the universe who had come to earth as a man to redeem His creation from their own sin and its curse. The following article is an edited version of one I posted a few years ago, but I feel it says what is in my heart on this special day of celebration. I hope it blesses you, even if you read it when I originally shared it. It comes to you with my wish that you will have a continuous revelation throughout this new year of Jesus Christ and all He wants to be for you and your life.
“Here comes Jesus!”
“Jesus of Nazareth is coming!”
“Do you see Him yet?”
“Here He comes!”
“Here comes Jesus!”
Excitement was rampant, and cries of “Hosanna” filled the air. Shouts of joy and triumph could be heard for miles along the road, and people rushed to lay palm branches and their personal garments as a carpet of welcome. Jesus of Nazareth was coming to Jerusalem.
This carpenter-teacher who had journeyed among them for nearly three years, teaching them, healing them, feeding them, forgiving them, raising their dead. This miracle worker, this wise man, this man who was gentle enough to draw crowds of children to his side yet bold enough He would soon drive money-changers from the temple with a whip — this man whom many claimed was the prophesied Messiah of Jehovah — this man was coming again to Jerusalem! I’m sure, had we been there, we would have heard the message repeated over and over again for miles: “Here comes Jesus! Here comes Jesus!”
We in the Christian world celebrate that event on one special day out of the year, and we call it Palm Sunday. We have special services and some of us wave palm branches in the air to commemorate the day that is often referred to by church historians as Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem. But that event happened over 2000 years ago. One could say it’s all history now; it’s been said and done; it’s over.
But not so, my friends! I am thrilled beyond words to be able to tell you that Jesus is still coming to anyone and everyone who would like to receive Him. He’s a living, vital, right-now Jesus. He is the I AM (The self-existent one who causes all other things to be; the one who is and becomes whatever He desires to become — Hebrew definition). And the great I AM desires to become everything that His creation needs.
Jesus of Nazareth is alive today, and He’s still loving people, teaching people, feeding people, forgiving people, delivering people, healing people and making them whole. And, yes, He’s still raising people from the dead. He’s the same Jesus who fulfilled the words of the ancient prophets by riding into Jerusalem on a donkey that day. He’s the same Jesus who worked myriads of miracles for the people. He’s the same Jesus who went to the cross to pay for the rebellion and sin of all the human race.
He’s the same Jesus who rose from the grave and took His throne as Lord of the universe. He’s the same Jesus who promised that if we would call on Him and receive Him as Lord, He would freely fill us with His own eternal life and with power to serve Him. He’s the same Jesus who promised that after our life of service to Him on this earth, we would move on to Heaven and live with Him forever. No questions — no if’s, and’s or but’s. No struggling to get there, no sacrifice, no hard work, no price to pay. Jesus did the work. We receive the benefit. And the Word of God, Hebrews 13:8, says “Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever.”
So I can tell you confidently: “Here comes Jesus! He’s coming to you today! He’s coming because He sees your need; He sees your trouble; He sees your sorrow; He sees your pain; He sees your desperation; He sees your hopelessness; He hears your questions; He hears your confusion; He hears your private crying. He’s coming to you because He loves you.
Did you know that you don’t have to be a Christian for Jesus Christ to love you? Sometimes we who call ourselves Christians tend to flock together so tightly that we become almost like a clique, and the rest of the world feels as though they can’t break through the wall to become a part. But my message to the “rest of the world” today is that you don’t have to become a part of the “clique of Christianity.” All you have to do is get to know Jesus, the real person.
And did you know that you don’t have to be a Christian to call on Jesus? That’s right. Jesus isn’t listening just for the call of the Christians. Certainly, He’s attuned to their cries and He rushes to their help when they need Him, but Jesus the Christ is listening — intently — for the cries of all the millions of His creation in this world who don’t know Him at all. His heart is waiting expectantly for their voice to call out His name. And He’s ready to answer that call swiftly. He’s ready to come home with you at any time.
When Jesus walked the earth, He was often found in the homes of those who were not active believers. People whom the scriptures refer to as “publicans” and “sinners” found that Jesus was more than willing to spend time with them and teach them the truth about God — and show them God’s love by healing their sick and delivering those in demonic bondage. In fact, He often received hateful criticism from the religious leaders of His day because He gave Himself so freely to those who did not have a relationship with the true God. But Jesus’ response was simply that His main reason for coming into the earth was to find those who did not know Him and offer Himself to them.
Zacchaeus was one such man. (His story is told in the Word of God, the book of Luke, chapter 19.) Although technically a descendant of Abraham, Zacchaeus was chief among publicans — which means he made his living working for the Roman government, collecting taxes from his fellow Israelites — and, by his own admission, cheating them. He had heard about Jesus, but he was no believer. However, he was curious, and as Jesus passed through Jericho, right before his entry into Jerusalem on the donkey, Zacchaeus, a short man, climbed into a tree so that he could see and hear Jesus easily. Jesus called him down from the tree and invited Himself to Zacchaeus’ house.
Zacchaeus recognized Jesus as the Messiah and opened to Him his home and his heart. We know that he invited Jesus in with his whole heart, because, after spending only a short time with Him, Zacchaeus voluntarily confessed his sin of cheating and promised to make restoration of everything with interest. Jesus did not ask Zacchaeus to do so. The man simply opened his heart to Jesus, and a changed nature was the result.
So, I will say once more: You do not need to be a Christian to call on Jesus. No matter what religious tag you wear — including that of “Atheist” — that tag will not keep Jesus from coming to you if your heart is reaching out for Him and inviting Him in. What will happen to that religious tag after you meet Jesus? Who cares? I can guarantee you — without qualification — that if you ever meet the real Jesus, you won’t care.
Here comes Jesus! He’s coming to us today — Christian and non-Christian — He’s coming. With words of comfort and reassurance to destroy fear — with delivering power to destroy the yokes of the devil — with healing and wholeness for body, mind, and spirit — with wisdom and direction that leads to successful solutions — with the power of His Holy Spirit and all of the anointing for service — with eternal life to overcome death once and for all and forever.
Jesus is coming! He’s coming to you! Right now! Open your heart to Him and let Him meet all of your needs today.
This post is a repeat of an article I posted a couple years ago, but I feel it is important enough to deserve re-posting. The truth incorporated in this lesson is something we need to be reminded of frequently, so for myself — and for you — I’m sharing it again.
WHAT ARE YOU WORTH?
“Long lay the world in sin and error, pining, ’til He appeared, and the soul felt its worth.” (‘O Holy Night’ by Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure)
These words are familiar to most of us as part of a Christmas carol — a song we hear only during the month of December each year and then put away with all the other Christmas trappings. But this song, especially this particular line, has so much to say to the human race beyond “Merry Christmas.” The enormous revelation contained in these lines is a vital and eternal truth that affects the daily lives of every man and woman born into the world.
After the human race’s rebellion against their Father God, the whole world lay in deep darkness and the death grip of sin and its resulting curse. Even man’s intellect had become twisted — a prisoner of error and vain imaginations. The souls of human beings had absolutely no concept of their value or of the unfathomable love for them still in the heart of their Creator.
They were confused, afraid, tormented by the evils let loose in this world by their own sin. They were without escape, without hope. Until HE came. God Himself — who had created them, born their betrayal, but loved them beyond it — offered HIMSELF in payment for them. He purchased their freedom from their own self-made dungeon with the only source of payment rich enough to be acceptable — Himself.
Only then did the human race realize their true value. Only then did the human soul begin to get a glimpse of its own worth. Only then did man begin to understand how truly immeasurable — how priceless — his very existence. Only then did any of the human race experience truth and love. Darkness fled. Ignorance fled. Fear fled. Death fled.
With the appearance of Jesus Christ, to fulfill His appointed work of pouring out His own blood to release men from their own sin, light burst through the darkness and revealed the value of the human soul in all its glory — as surely as a bright light causes the facets of a diamond to burst forth in shafts of light that reveal its value for all to see.
“… He appeared, and the soul felt its worth.”
HE has appeared! FOR YOU! And He didn’t come with the expectation that we would celebrate that coming only once a year. No, He came so that we could understand how precious we are to Him every single day of our lives. When we’re good; when we’re bad; when we’ve got it all together; when we’re confused and going under for the umpteenth time. He came when we were totally rebellious and unlovable, and that says it all: it says you are the most important thing in the universe to Him
So don’t wait until next Christmas to think about His coming. He comes to you continually. He comes to whisper love words and life-giving truth. So today — right now — open up your heart anew, and let your soul reach out and receive the revelation of how priceless you are to the God of the universe!
Hebrews 12:29 says, “Our God is a consuming fire.” Let Him burn in you today. Let His fire burn out every root of disease and infirmity that has taken hold in your body. Think about how a raging fire – a “consuming” fire – literally devours and consumes every tree, every bush, every blade of grass, every structure in its wake. Even if we’ve been blessed enough that we’ve never personally faced one of the huge forest fires that literally swallowed up whole neighborhoods as they swept out of wooded areas and right through highly populated suburbs, we’ve still seen on TV how nothing could stand in the face of the power of those fires.
Now, they were burning in response to something evil happening – a lightning strike, a careless match or cigarette, a campfire or bonfire gone awry. But Hebrews 12:29 is talking about a fire that burns from the heart of a loving God who created this world and created each one of us. A God who wants us to be free from sin and the curse it brought into the world. He wants us free from sickness, which is a major part of the curse. In fact, He wants us free so badly that He gave us Jesus to take all the sickness on our behalf, so that we could then be freed from having to bear it ourselves. Isaiah 53:4-5 tells us that Jesus “bore our sins, sickness, weakness, distress … sorrows and pains.” That passage then goes on to declare that “by His stripes, we are healed.”
The God who gave His only Son to bear our sickness considered it a privilege to set us free from the horrors of disease and infirmity. He comes to us in all of His power to do just that when we receive His Word and trust Him to be our physician.
Now, dear reader, don’t let yourself be deceived by those who are ignorant of God’s Word — who know only bits and pieces of it, mainly from someone else’s erroneous teaching. Many of those people will try to tell you that when the Bible refers to God’s fire it is referring to trouble and problems and all kinds of horrible situations that He sends for you to endure. Not So! God’s Word does not say that. On the contrary, God says that He Himself is the consuming fire — not a problem, a tragedy of life, or some evil experience. It is God Himself who will come to you and, by the fire of His own Holy Spirit, burn up the things that have you bound up and suffering.
You don’t have to be afraid of the fire of God. That fire will not burn YOU; it will only burn out the destructive thing that is trying to steal the health and life out of you. In Joel 3:21, the Lord says of the time when His Holy Spirit would be set free in the earth (our present time), “I will cleanse their blood ….” He wants His fire to rage through your entire blood stream, cleansing it and purifying it.
Many times in history, when a city or community was in the throes of some plague, the authorities gave orders for the clothing and even, at times, the very homes of the sick to be burned, because that was the only way to thoroughly get rid of the root cause of the disease. Fire is more than a destroyer. It is a cleanser. The fire of God will not destroy us. It will destroy the disease, the demonic roots, the corruption that has taken hold in our bodies. That fire will cleanse us and set us free.
So, today, turn yourself over to the God who is a consuming fire. Invite Him to come in and burn within you. Now, He isn’t likely to burn out only the disease. When He is allowed to come in and work, He likes to do a thorough job. So don’t be surprised if, while He’s at it, he also burns out some wrong attitudes, ideas, prejudices, and sinful habits. Sometimes those things have been at the root of our sickness problem, or sometimes they hinder our receiving our complete healing. But always they hinder God from making us everything He wants us to be. So, if they are in the way, He’ll burn right through them as well.
Let God be a consuming fire in you today. Let Him consume everything that is not of Him and leave you clean and well and open to receiving all that He can give you of Himself.
Detective Maddison Holt is a man who loves God, but after facing a tragic loss, and accepting the guilt for causing that tragedy, he finds himself doubting both God and himself. Grief, guilt, and self-condemnation are keeping him from being free to love or even receive love from the woman the Lord wants to bless him with for the rest of his life. His journey into the truth that can set him free and give him another chance to love is the story you’ll find in SET FREE TO LOVE.
Don’t forget. My inspirational novel A Quiver Full of Arrows is on sale for $.99 at the Amazon Kindle store for two more days only. On Friday morning, it goes back to its original list price of $2.99.
Abandon your fears. Abandon your insecurities. Abandon your doubts. Abandon your past failures. Abandon the negative words others have spoken concerning your abilities or your future. Abandon the so-called ‘friends’ who do not help draw you to your best and highest.
The Happy Wordcrafter 
