Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Voice ~ what's it about?




What’s it about?

Well…It’s got sailing, and fighting and loving and crying and angels and demons and boats and water and sharks and beaches and a whole lotta prayin’

Mac was the only child of a sailor. His mom died giving him birth. His dad spent a lot of time deployed at sea.

All Mac wanted was a big, noisy, messy, happy family.

And he thought he was on his way, when he met Maggie.
She wanted that too.
That was good.

But then, something happened.
And that was sad.

But then, Mac’s son Richey had the same dream.
A big, noisy, messy, happy family.
And that was good.

But then, something happened.
And that was sad.
Real sad.

Mac gave up on that dream.
Mac gave up on a lot of things.

But then, something happened.

And his dream came back to life.
And that was good.
Very good.

By the time you’re through you’ll laugh and cry and hear God more clearly and love your family more dearly and you'll know where to find the greatest place on earth. 


It reads like a movie, so grab some popcorn and a box of tissue or two, and give it watch. 

~

Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Voice Christening





Finally.

January of 2012 the first letter on the keyboard was punched. Lofty goals were set. Only, I didn’t realize the key I’d use the most, was the one that said:

Delete.

The story that was written on my heart, erased and rewritten, has finally reached a christening point. 

I read through the red line edits and errors, and regretted the days I played too much Tom and Huck, and not enough John-boy. But even still, the short nights and long days were worth every minute, because nothing compares to, The Voice,  releasing the song in your soul.


Thank you for setting sail with me, as we ride the waves with a little boy, an old sailor and a wounded warrior. I pray this story touches your heart. But more, I pray you feel His touch, and hear His Voice.

If angels and demons bicker back and forth, I do not know. But one thing’s for sure and certain—a battle rages just outside our natural senses. It’s a battle for your soul, and mine. I’ve asked the Lord to illuminate through this simple story, that battle, and the power of prayer.  

In the making of this book, long before one drop of ink was spilled—tears were shed and prayers were said. You see, I’ve lived much of the pain within these pages.

Have you ever felt the silencing grip of fear? Or, the lonesome agony of a lost loved one? Perhaps, you’ve known rejection. Or you’ve carried scars that bar others from seeing your heart?

Maybe…you still do.

I pray for you, to…

Hear, The Voice, that calls you now
Know, He hears, no matter how far
Accept, His Love, that casts out fear

…and sees no scars.