The God of Stories [Kristen Gwen]
In today’s post, author Kristen Gwen shares about her path to storytelling—and the inspiration we’ve been given from the greatest storyteller of all.
In today’s post, author Kristen Gwen shares about her path to storytelling—and the inspiration we’ve been given from the greatest storyteller of all.
C.S. Lewis writes in his essay on Historicism, ‘pre-historic poetry has perished because words before writing are winged.’ The oral tradition of storytelling is in hibernation. Sitting on the porch watching the fireflies’ nightly dance creates time for reflection. Today, who has time to sit quietly and listen to the family lore dished up with…
Today’s blog post is a short story. The cottage door opened and shut as Selenna bent over her mother’s sleeping form. She felt her mother’s forehead—cool and dry— before straightening to find Maera, her lifelong friend, standing before her with a frown. Maera lifted an eyebrow. “The elders said you returned. I called them liars.”…
Have you ever felt the way King David did here? In these very difficult and challenging times, with every person on the planet grappling with grief, fear, anxiety, and uncertainty, have you cried out to God and received only silence in response? We all feel that way sometimes—maybe a lot of times. And David shows…
Today marks the 79th anniversary of the 1941 attack on Pearl Harbor, the event that propelled our nation into history’s bloodiest war. Looking back, I have to say stories from WWII have captivated me from an early age—probably from the day I first picked up The Diary of Anne Frank in school. I also remember…
Sara Davison offers encouragement that we can face all trials through the strength God provides.
But after a while the brook dried up, for there was no rainfall anywhere in the land. Then the Lord said to Elijah, “Go and live in the village of Zarephath, near the city of Sidon. I have instructed a widow there to feed you.” ~ I Kings 17:7-9 Trusting God in Good Times and…
Wither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall…
Fear of the unknown surrounds the young; strange shapes in the darkness, creepy sounds in the night, slithering creatures under the bed or in the closet. They all work together to make little hands clench the sheets and yank them over their heads until the dawn of the next day. The worries of the world—political…
Giving Myself Over [Henry O. Arnold]
If I as a writer am to tell a story, I must give myself over to its peculiar flow. As the power of the story begins to rise up within me, I must sit down and write. I yield. I isolate. I watch and listen. I resist the temptation to manipulate, and I allow the…
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