Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe the beauty around me, transferring it to paper. I dare all to take the leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and reveal for yourself . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
season rages across the nation. After all, Election Day is tomorrow. You can’t
turn on the television without being waylaid with a commentary or a poll. What
does it all mean? In the end, does it even matter if you vote? I mean, if you
DON’T live in Ohio? What does all this have to do with your Christian walk
For some, this
year will be the first time they ever cast a ballot. For others, it may be the
last. For many, 2012 is just another year of bickering politicians who fill
their airwaves with rhetoric.
Tomorrow, the citizens
of this great nation wield a great power. They walk into the voting booths
across this nation. They don’t carry swords or guns but instead they’re armed
with a pen.
The voter decides
the next President and Vice-President. He keeps or replaces Congressional
leaders with a mark. She selects her law enforcement, her judges, and impacts her
children’s future. It all starts with the stroke of a pen.
As a Christian,
I believe God calls his children to represent Him in every way. This country
offers one powerful way to show the world who lies within us. That’s right! VOTE!
Spread the Word!
This country is
unique. The founding fathers fled religious persecution to establish a land exempt
from religious tyranny. However, the roots of this great nation can still be
found on our currency, in our Pledge of Allegiance, Oaths of Duty, and the
refrains of our National Anthem.
Just as God’s
name rings in America, so it should in the ear of every Christian on Election
Day. As you walk into your booth, grip that pen as tight as you would a sword because
the power it wields is amazing!
45:13 “I have raised him up in righteousness, And I will direct all
his ways; He shall build My city And let My exiles go free, Not for price nor
reward," Says the LORD of hosts.”
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…