I’d planned this post to coincide with my book launch to give readers a glimpse of what motivates my writing. In light of the tragic events caused by the flood along the Guadalupe River, I almost changed my mind. Who am I to speak about God’s presence in the midst of unspeakable loss? But that’s exactly why I write – to encourage those who are asking, Where is God in the midst of tragedy? How could He let this happen? At the macro level, God could have prevented the flood on the Guadalupe. But He didn’t. At the micro level, He could have awakened the girls in that cabin and…

My book is live! I’m excited to say I have just released The Pride of Babylon, and for a limited amount of time, the eBook version is listed on Amazon for only 99¢! It would mean so much to me if you would download it, read it, and then write a review on Amazon. The reviews help tremendously with getting my book in front of more readers. Here’s the link to download the ebook https://a.co/d/i10J5K3 I’ve included instructions below that may be helpful if you’ve never left a review before. If you are unable to download the book right now, I completely understand. Thank you SO much for your support!…

I’ve been researching the pre-exile period in Judah for several years now, and one thing that baffled me was how the Judeans tolerated idol worship. The passages below reveals just how crazy things had gotten: Then the king commanded Hilkiah the high priest, the priests of the second order, and the doorkeepers to bring out of the temple of the LORD all the utensils that had been made for Baal, for Asherah, and for all the heavenly lights; and he burned them outside Jerusalem in the fields of the Kidron Valley, and carried their ashes to Bethel. 2 Kings 23: 3-4 And the king defiled the high places that were opposite Jerusalem, which were on the right of the mount of destruction which Solomon the king of Israel had…

I’m waiting on the FINAL proof, but here’s a peek! Chapter One   Hillah, Former Ottoman Empire April 1917   Ana Before the British troop transport truck shuddered to a halt, Ana Brown jumped to her feet. Hillah, a humble village made significant by the nearby archeological excavation, hummed with activity. She itched to join the bustle of the street below and push thoughts of Vernon Capehart out of her mind—again. A herd of sheep ambled by in a billowing cloud of dust. Ana squinted against the rays of the Mesopotamian sun and raised her scarf to shield her nose from the pungent odors the sheep and their sun-ripened handlers…