I admired Jesus early in my life with the best love a child knew. I believed he was God, that he died, rose, and loved me. It has taken nearly a lifetime to learn to appreciate how much his life, sacrifice, and resurrection equates to an unconditional love that far exceeds any that I could ever return. I served him mostly to try and stay in his good graces and not disappoint him. I would be frustrated and confused when that did not render me the life I felt I deserved. If I could go back in time, I would try to convince the younger me to stop being so selfish and return to that earlier, innocent admiration of Jesus and never forget it. I’d tell him to live each day in rememberance of God’s love and enjoy that sweet communion, because it will make each of your miserable days more hopeful and each of the good days richer. Serving out of love and devotion lives a life that is free and full.
In my current work in progress, the protagonist is relentlessly pursuing the main character but so is the antagonist. Both are working behind the scenes as undercover characters. The MC represents the “me” that I confess in the above paragraph. I am still debating on whether to title the book Under Attack or Relentless.
Categories: Spiritual Awareness
I write about what I'm thinking or what I've imagined in an effort to regain that childhood imagination and marry with my many years of real experiences. I'm getting better at it the more I write.I am a published author of two romantic intrigue novels.My books can be found at Amazon.com or if you want a personalized copy, by emailing me at email@example.com.