*A special holiday excerpt from The Song of the Storm Petrel, Book 3 in the Seabirds Trilogy. (Also available in print!) Racing Pigeons and Donuts Dorris squinted into the pigeon loft, a special coop for the drafted birds of the U.S. Army stationed in Townsville, Australia. “So, they are just like regular pigeons?” “Regular [...]
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Aslan is on the move folks. Under the shade of the grand Colorado Rockies, I heard the call, the whisper that change was in the air.
Sometimes, we do not make it to our intended destination because it is not God's intended destination. Sometimes, he has a completely different plan in mind.
Better to do what he made you to do than wind up in heaven, looking down awkwardly and mumbling, "But all my art supplies were in storage."
So every time you open your closet you are looking at periods in your life that don’t exist anymore or will never exist.
I drove to the school, brimming with enthusiasm and the righteousness of my mission, got up behind the podium, looked into the faces of all those teenagers, and... I froze.
The frenetic singing to Cuanto la Gusta started up and Edie began to sway. “You and your sisters were singers in a hip underground jazz club. You must have picked up some of the new moves. Why don’t you teach us how to swing a little? Horatio, come here! Peter, you take Piper. Lorelai, you can demonstrate with Frank.
Going through the fire is hard. And like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, instead of a quick visit to the fiery furnace, I had moved in. And the fire kept getting hotter, and hotter.