Love at War, an inspirational love story is available online.

Love at War, an inspirational love story is available online.

I can compare a book to life.

It is the continuous shape of a story until it satisfy you with the result. The reason many writers get a god complex after a while. You are in charge of fictitious characters’ lives. Giving them obstacles to overcome and goals to reach. As in life, they try to steer the story away from the goal. At times it works, and at times it doesn’t. In the end, you get to the place you want to be with some crafty twists.

Love at War is very close to my heart. I could see its progress as a direct relationship with my life. Its beginnings traced back to 2011.

It has endured many changes, rewriting, edits and feedback. It was cut, divided into a series, combined into one again with a lot of emptiness in between where I first had to grow before I could complete the story. I can say with absolute truth it has stood the test of time.

It is a love story but touches many topics within the 600 pages. Yes I know, it is a lot but pertinent to the story… believe me.

Inside the book.

An Inspirational love story and women’s fiction

Faith is the underlining thread that keeps the story going – I had to understand the lessons first before I could apply it in the book.

This book is not for a sensitive reader: rape and abuse feature. I have softened it considerably but we see the humiliating act for what it is. The question is could the character overcome the devastation? How did she do it?

I also touched abuse in the military. Highlighted by our fears and shortcomings there are still people that think that they can control what happens with a woman’s body. It leaves devastation on its path. If people do not speak up it will remain a problem.

Abortion is another topic and an important element to the story. Each woman has the right to a choice. What it does to a person seldom talked about.

I filled it with adventure and interesting characters to help the plot along. A story where love will be tested.

Genre:

Christian fiction, love story, adventure, women’s literature, abusive relationships, abduction, abduction rape, abuse and rape, abuse in military, abuse issues, adventure book, adventure love, reproductive rights.

Kindle ISBN 978 1 005570 43 9 at $9.99

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Love at War

Synopsis

Their enemies tried to outsmart them. Obedience their only defence.

Whisked to picturesque Valetta, a lonely nurse met her soul connection. It set the bar in a stirring plot of spiritual and physical survival as a determined warlord in Africa and a cunning wife in America trapped them. The healing sands of Iraq, their only hope.

Passionate about her work, war-torn South Sudan offered Sonia Main peace. When a man from her past confronted her once more, she had a choice to make. A choice that would influence her life.

Could Sonia let go of the past and see a new future?

Would her dreams continue to haunt her? Or would the warm sun of Africa burn away her fears?

Curt McGee was a man bound by honour and duty. It took him away from home for long periods of time.

Caught in infidelity, Curt’s wife’s thinking left him astounded, shocked even. His children prey to an unthinkable enemy.

Would he get beyond his wife’s betrayal?

Could he save his children?

What decisions should he make?

Co-workers devised a plan: book a flight to enjoy a weekend in Malta. An island in the Mediterranean Sea that offered tranquillity and peace to weary souls.

Here, two worlds connect, and the result would change them both for eternity.

Meeting by chance, love confronted them, a love so great that they could not deny it. But time played a trick and demanded a price. A price so high that it would strip them of everything before they could experience the joy of a future.

Obedience was better than sacrifice, revealed the pages of the Holy Book. Would they yield or follow their own way?

They could not run or hide from the onslaught. Their enemies’ attacks growing in intensity. Crafty tricks added to the confusion, their fears real. It stripped them of their hopes and dreams. They could only go one way.

When Tau Gbadamosi met Sonia, he had a tough time understanding his feelings. War ravished his country. The enormous plight for help too great for one man or one fight. Faced with loyalty, he had to decide. A decision that would cost him. Would he fail the test?

Africa’s hopes and dreams burned brightly in the harsh African sun. Poverty and lack the driving force for many ‘do-gooders’. It left the continent in a starving grip. But when a warlord sets his sight on the Red Cross nurse, all hell broke loose. No one could stand in his way.

Only God could stop him.

Links and Buy links

Website / Goodreads

Smashwords / Amazon

To watch the trailer follow the link: YouTube

Other news

I want to thank each person who has worked with me on this book:

Beta readers: Isak de Lange, Alta van Zyl, Magdel Roets, Tony Nordin, husband of author Ruth Ann Nordin – who helped me with all the military questions,

Proof reader Magda De Korte for bringing her knowledge to the many pages. Your professionalism and eye for detail helped to shape the story.

I also want to thank Odette Clark for her advice during the make of the video and book cover.

Books: For more information about my books, visit the portfolio page. Here you can catch up with character interviews, interviews, online reads and buy links to the books.

Leave a message and let me know your thoughts about the website or leave a book review, etc.

Do visit my online bookshop. Here you will find books I have read during my journey of discovery. It enabled me to receive healing, find my truths, and gave me the motivation to continue.

In resources you will find helpful booklets you can download and use. If you need advice or an ear contact me through the contact form.

Be sure to visit my YouTube channel and watch the video – Rose is born and Amazing Grace

That is all for now.

 

Announcing the release date of Love at War

Writing a book and get it to completion is no simple task. It takes many devoted hours, but when it is done you feel relieved and accomplished, and yes, humbled.
Thanks to my family for being there. Even when you did not understand, your support means a lot.

For all the beta readers:

Isak de Lange, Alta van Zyl, Magdel Roets, Tony Nordin husband of author Ruth Ann Nordin – who helped me help with all the military questions, and proof reader Magda De Korte for bringing her knowledge to the many pages. Your professionalism and eye for detail helped to shape the story. I also want to thank Odette Clark for her advice during the make of the video.
Love at War will be available online on 31 March 2021.
Here is a sneak preview of what you can expect.
Like and share with your friends and remember the date.
You can learn more about the book here. Meet the characters and learn about the forming years.

Synopsis

Their enemies tried to outsmart them. Obedience their only defence.

Whisked to picturesque Valetta, a lonely nurse met her soul connection. It set the bar in a stirring plot of spiritual and physical survival as a determined warlord in Africa and a cunning wife in America trapped them. The healing sands of Iraq, their only hope.

Passionate about her work, war-torn South Sudan offered Sonia Main peace. When a man from her past confronted her once more, she had a choice to make. A choice that would influence her life.

Could Sonia let go of the past and see a new future?

Would her dreams continue to haunt her? Or would the warm sun of Africa burn away her fears?

Curt McGee was a man bound by honour and duty. It took him away from home for long periods of time.

Caught in infidelity, Curt’s wife’s thinking left him astounded, shocked even. His children prey to an unthinkable enemy.

Would he get beyond his wife’s betrayal?

Could he save his children?

What decisions should he make?

Co-workers devised a plan: book a flight to enjoy a weekend on Malta. An island in the Mediterranean Sea that offered tranquillity and peace to weary souls.

Here, two worlds connect, and the result would change them both for eternity.

Meeting by chance, love confronted them, a love so great that they could not deny it. But time played a trick and demanded a price. A price so high that it would strip them of everything before they could experience the joy of a future.

Obedience was better than sacrifice, revealed the pages of the Holy book. Would they yield or follow their own way?

They could not run or hide from the onslaught. Their enemies’ attacks growing in intensity. Crafty tricks added to the confusion, their fears real. It stripped them of their hopes and dreams. They could only go one way.

When Tau Gbadamosi met Sonia, he had a tough time to understand his feelings. War ravished his country. The enormous plight for help too great for one man or one fight. Faced with loyalty, he had to decide. A decision that would cost him. Would he fail the test?

Africa’s hopes and dreams burned brightly in the harsh African sun. Poverty and lack the driving force for many ‘do-gooders’. It left the continent in a starving grip. But when a warlord sets his sight on the Red Cross nurse, all hell broke loose. No one could stand in his way.

Only God could stop him.

Lover of my soul

Oh, my Sovereign Lord,

I bless your Holy name.

Your Kingdom is eternal

Your words are priceless as pearls.

Your favour is beyond any riches.

Oh Lord, my Father,

Perfect is your timing.

Simplicity is the key to brilliance.

Simplicity is the key to brilliance.

We hear it a lot. Simply your life. Cut what you don’t need. Even when I read and listen to motivational speakers, they will say: simplify your life.

But we never do. There is always a reason: we are too tired or we do not have time. During my struggle with my website, I realised this anew.

Creating something

When we start off with a new project, we are excited, feel energised and purposeful.

We do the research, apply what we learn, make mistakes. Begin again. This is part of life and we are okay with it. We make more mistakes to achieve a simple design that will fit, follow directions.

But there came a day that I had to stop. All the book covers, and images of the Road trip page disappeared in the front end. At the back end it worked perfectly, on the front just blankness.

The BookPress plugin did not work and Youst told me consistently my website was lacking key phrases, content words, my short codes are not working, and URL links were broken, etc.

What did that even mean?

I investigated the different culprits that was a thorn in my side, read again, I deleted, I began again. At the end, the website was a mess, and I was more confused than ever.

This was when the overwhelmed staged stepped in. The things the fixers proposed was time-consuming and Greek to me… 😊 I simply was tired and in no mood to learn a new field just to get noticed in internet’s world. Time to write was non-existent, and I was beyond frustrated.

When I received an email from a very chirpy person on the other side of the Internet world, who wants to know how things worked out for me, I ignored her. I knew if I responded to the email it would not be a pleasant conversation. When the second email arrived, I thought I better answer. (Some will say it is an automated email just ignore it, but I don’t work that way.) In all things, be upfront and to the point. Right. 😊

I told her I am an author. I know about words; I know about research; I know about page-layout and book covers. Tell me about the meat grinder of Smashwords, and I will confirm that I can do it with fewer curses than creating a website. I explained to her I do not understand this lingo they mentioned within their ‘helpful’ emails and video clips. I thanked her for her time, but this is where the relationship will end. I was done and unplugged the plugin.

Plugins

Since I use the WordPress’s platform, I had to ask questions which had its own closed-door affect. I learned quickly that WordPress has a lingo of its own. The experts’ time did not come for free, and they are not willing to share their knowledge. Money talks and for me that felt like another brick in the wall. (You get the pun?) 😊 I knew this would either stop me or I should look for alternatives.

Praise the Lord for YouTube and Udemy. I enrolled into a WordPress course by Andrew Williams, and the shouting and cursing days disappeared into thin air, and sanity remained.

But the problem with plugins, when you don’t understand all the insightful descriptions they gave you, could confuse you. You add and delete almost regularly. There were so many to choose from. I felt like a bull in a china shop.

I come from a Blogger background. There are no plugins. It’s easy to manage and everyone that has some computer skills can do it. The best part: it is free.

Not WordPress. It has a plugin for social buttons, a button for comments, a button to stop spam… the list can grow to a hefty number and Youst informed me at one stage that there were unused plugins. That took a full day to find and delete since it opened the website for more spam and internet arrestment. (paraphrase here… :))

During the entire excursion, bugs accumulated on my website like a fly on a… you can fill in that word… 😊 Akismet and WP security became my best friends.

At one stage I added another plugin in the hopes to help me that was when the real trouble began and I had to stop, take a breather, step back and pray. I don’t think I have ever prayed so much for wisdom for a website as in that time. I was clueless.

Restore

This is when I realised that there is a restore button. Can you hear the heavenly chorus? The restore button is not one to mess with. In computer lingo, restoration means you begin over. There is no backtrack button if you choose wrong. Luckily, it also works with timelines. Oh Happy day… 😊. Once that button is pressed, there is no turning back.

It was one-click… just one simple click, and all was well in my world.

It changed a lot and with the help of the course; I simplified my website. Straightened the bugs and simplified it to a manageable site. I have learned to use the ones I have to achieve the results needed. Without the time-consuming mess.

In a matter of a day, my website changed from one that has a mind of its own to one I could control. No more confusing messages or broken links, etc. I simplified what it needed and received my harmony back. And I am back to writing, praise the Lord.

In a nutshell: simplicity is the key to brilliance.

If you are at a crossroad most peculiar and do not know what is going on, go back to that drawing board and simplify until it works for you. This pertains to life as well. Find the restore button and use it with great wisdom. Go to your knees when possible. It will amaze you at the result.

Other news

Love at War is coming along, and the end is in sight. The planned publishing date is for end of March if all goes well.

I am also working on another book I have written years ago and feel it is now the time to finish and publish it. Source of Joy is part of a series that promises for interesting reading. It was a series that has its roots with my son when he left for the US.

Both books are Christian romance/family saga genres with insightful lessons I have learned over the last few years.

Books: For more information about my books, visit the portfolio page. Here you can catch up with character interviews, interviews, online reads and buy links to the books.

Leave a message and let me know your thoughts about the website, any book reviews, etc.

Smashwords sale

It is Smashwords 12th Annual Read an Ebook Week Sale!

March 7, 2021 – March 13, 2021. I have enrolled Blood Mines, Bella’s Choice and Juweel van die Oosgrens to this sale. Be sure to look out for them. Share with your friends as well.

My Global Coupon code: KG94E. Share with friends and family. Coupon valid till 26 March 2021.

Do visit my online bookshop. Here you will find books I have read during my journey of discovery. It enabled me to receive healing, find my truths, and gave me the motivation to continue.

In resources you will find helpful booklets you can download and use. If you need advice or an ear, contact me through the contact form.

Be sure to visit my YouTube channel and watch the video – Rose is born 

Be brilliant today.

You are blessed and highly favoured.

Lynelle

A Monday inspiration message: Gratitude.

A Monday inspiration message: Gratitude.

Father, I Thank You.

I think everyone would agree that we’re collectively enduring a hard season. This year hasn’t turned out the way anyone thought it would. We’ve had to cancel plans, rearrange schedules, and create new routines in the wake of COVID-19. We’ve all lost something to a degree, and part of this year has involved grieving what could have been.
In any season of loss or suffering, it’s challenging to find the good. And it can be even harder to find gratitude. But I discovered something during this time of uncertainty. There is so much to be thankful for. And the same is true for you and your situation. No matter the circumstance, there is always cause for gratitude.
When we give thanks, even amid things we don’t understand or circumstances we wouldn’t choose, we are declaring God’s goodness over our lives.
Giving thanks might look like murmuring a simple prayer under your breath, or it might look like making a list of all the things you’re grateful for in this season. Friends, once you make a list of all the things you’re grateful for, it will change your perspective. It’s certainly changed mine!
Our song, “Father, I Thank You,” is simply a declaration of God’s goodness in this season and the one to come: “Father, I thank you / For this glorious rescue / This moment of breakthrough / Father, I thank You.”
As children of God, we have an endless list of reasons to be thankful, because even during hardship and seasons of waiting, God’s promises are true.
Colossians 3:15 (NIV) reminds us, “Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.”
In this season, let’s allow the peace of Christ to reign in our hearts. When we do, I believe our gratitude will overflow.
Thanks to Jeremy and Adrienne Camp for this beautiful song.

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‘n Doodsheid vul my binneste, soveel so toe ek die by die snelweg aansluit kan ek nie onthou hoe ek daar gekom het nie. Ek voel moeg en gedreineer. Dit is veby. Trane loop teen my wange af, versper my visie en ek ry stadiger. ‘n Kar jaag verby, ‘n toeter blaas en instinktief weet ek dit is vir my. Toe ek my oë afvee besef ek hoekom, ek ry wydsbeen oor twee bane. Ek ruk die kar na die linkerbaan net toe nog ‘n groterige motor verby my skuur met blêrrende toeter. Die man swaai vuis deur sy venster, woedend.

Ek is ‘n gevaar vir myself en die motoriste om my, syfer die besef deur. By die volgende afdraai volg ek die afdraaipad en stop by die Engen garage. Ek vee spore van my afgelope tranedal af en stap by die eetplek in. Daar sak ek by die naaste sitplek neer.

“Môre Mevrou, hoe lyk dit met ‘n heerlike koppie koffie?” ek vermy die kelner se oë maar koffie sal heerlik smaak.

Stilweg verdwyn die man en ek sit terug. Nog ‘n traan baan afwaarts en verergd vee ek dit af. Ek moet myself ordentlik kry en gewaar die badkamers in die linkerhoek van die vertrek en baan my weg soontoe. Gelukkig is die plek nie vol nie en kan ek darem my kop ietwat lig net om seker te maak waar ek is. Struikel is die laaste ding wat ek nou nodig het.

In die ruskamer doen ek my besigheid soos ‘n robot. Ek weier om te dink oor die afgelope naweek se gebeure. Weier om weer my asem of my trane daarop te mors. Ek moet eintlik verlig voel dit is verby. Die beeld wat terug weerkaats is van ‘n weerlose bleek vrou met rooi, opgepofde oë. Ek lyk lelik en onthou ek het my handsak by die tafeltjie gelos. Baie onverantwoordelik van my dink ek benoud. Met lang vingers kam ek my deurmekaar hare reg. Dit maak nie ‘n groot verskil nie maar dit lyk tog beter. ‘n Haarknip sou beter gewerk het maar ek gaan nie nou daaroor top nie. Ek spoel my gesig met koue water af. Dit voel verfrissend en ‘n sweempie van ‘n glimlag verskyn. Met die papier handdoek druk ek my gesig droog en kyk weer na my beeld, dit lyk beter, heelwat beter. Ek voel meer in beheer van my gevoelens.

By die deur stop ek. Vir ‘n oomblik kan ek nie onthou waar my sitplek is nie en die vriendelike kelner wink vir my. Sy bedagsaamheid lig my gemoed nog verder en die keer kan ek hom in die oë kyk. Merkwaardig wat ‘n veranderde gemoed kan doen, dink ek, verleë oor my houding van vroeër.

“Wat van ietsie om die innerlike te versterk?” vra hy beleefd. Sy Afrikaans het ‘n merkbare aksent. “Ons het vars skons, kan ek vir mevrou bring, saam met aarbei konfyt en room?”

“Baie dankie, klink heerlik.” En weer verdwyn hy uit my gesigsveld. Die wagtende koffie ruik heerlik en vinnig gooi ek twee bruinsuikers in, voeg dan ‘n titseltjie melk by. Al roerende kyk ek rond, nie seker waar ek is nie. Die plek lyk skaflik, nie die standaarde waaraan ek gewoond geraak het nie maar vandag pla dit my nie. Die verandering sal my die wêreld se goed doen.

Ek vat die eerste sluk, versigtig om nie te brand nie. En geniet die aroma, ryk en lekker net soos pa altyd daarvan gehou het. Boeretroos. Sy het altyd gewonder oor die beskrywing maar nou, hier in die onbekende dring dit deur. Die troos wat dit haar gee is verkwikkend amper eufories en sy vat nog ‘n sluk. ‘n Perfekte koppie koffie. Welbehaaglik ontspan sy net om weer aan haar handsak te dink. Dit lê nog op dieselfde plek dink sy verlig en sy plaas dit op haar skoot. Sy grawe rond en kry haar selfoon beet. Met misnoeë kyk sy na die swart skerm en besef hy moes iewers afgegaan het.

“Kan ek vir mevrou op die laaier sit, dan is hy nou, nou weer vol lewe?” vra die kelner. Ek skrik, ek het hom beslis nie opgemerk nie en ‘n bord met die geurigste skons word voor my neergesit. ‘n Wit bakkie met room word langs dit neergesit en dan volg twee kleiner bakkies met gerasperde kaas en aarbeikonfyt, onderskeidelik.

“Asseblief, maar ek het nie die draad hier nie.” Verergd dat sy in haar haas dit by die huis gelos het. “Ons het ‘n paar drade hier en dit lyk na ‘n bekende maak so ek sal beslis kan help.” Ek wik en weeg die aanbod, skeptisisme so deel van my dat ek wonder wat sy intensies is. Dan kyk ek na die oop gesig, onskuld weerkaats terug na my. Met ‘n ry wit tande wat vol verwagting na my kyk. Dan oorhandig ek die foon met ‘n dankie. En met diè stap hy weg, na ‘n rak in die een hoek waar hy die foon konnekteer. Met ‘n breë glimlag gee hy my ‘n duimpie op en ek gee ‘n skalkse glimlag. Darem iets wat reg werk.

“Life goes on.” Het sy eendag iewers gelees en selfs in die verbygaan het sy dit nooit rerig gesnap nie. En hier sit sy, by ‘n onbekende plek en kom tot die besef dat selfs in die klein dingetjies die lewe nog voort gaan. Al het haar wêreld momenteel kom stil staan gaan dit eintlik nog aan. Sy is finaal vry van Diwan.

“Jy het ‘n regte keuse gemaak.” Word my gedagtes onderbreek deur ‘n growwe stem. Verdwaas kyk ek op. Die man voor my se vriendelike gesig stel my dadelik gerus. Verward staar ek na hom, snap nie waarna hy verwys nie en hy wys na die bord voor my.

“Die skons, dit is Helga se beste gebak. Mense stroom spesiaal hiernatoe vir haar varsgebakte skons.” En hy gaan sit oorkant my. Vies kyk ek hom aan. Ek het hom nie genooi nie, dink ek verergd. Sommer omgekrap oor sy voorbarigheid. Hy klap sy vingers en bulder dit uit: “Ag bring vir my daar ook ‘n koffie en skons, Gertman.” Die kelner van vroeër grynslag weer en verdwyn die kombuis in.

“Die naam is Wikus. Wikus Boonzaaier. Ek bly net buite die dorp.” En steek ‘n growwe hand uit wat ek bedeesd vat. Nie lus vir geselskap nie maar antwoord tog beleefd:

“Rika van den Berg.”

“Bly te kenne Rika. Kom jy dikwels hier?” val hy sommer dadelik met die deur in die huis. Ek wil my nog verder vervies maar bedink my. Miskien moet ek net leer om te ontspan.

“Nee, is my eerste keer.”

“Waarheen is jy oppad?”

Kriewelrig vermy ek sy priemende oë. Goeie vraag, nie seker nie, dink ek in die stilligheid. Gertman is terug en plaas die man se bestelling voor hom neer. Dit gee my ‘n oomblik om my eie skons te sny en met botter te smeer. Die vraag hang in die lug en ek weet eerlikwaar nie die antwoord nie. Waarheen is ek oppad? Vandat ek Bergendal verlaat het, het ek net die pad gevat.

Die man smeer sy eie gehalveerde skons. Die konfyt word sommer dik opgeplak en hy gee ‘n groot hap. “Dit bly darem die lekkerste skons in die geweste.” Ek knik my kop in ooreenstemming. Dit is heerlik vars.

“Verskoon my voorbarigheid maar kan ek help?” vra hy weer, die ondersoekende blik gevul met opregte belangstelling. “Nie rerig nie.” antwoord ek bedees.

“Dit lyk my jy het ‘n stil-word-plek nodig.” Gee hy sy mening en vat weer ‘n hap. Ek lag amper sinies. Stilte is seker die laaste plek wat ek nodig het en ek vat ‘n sluk van my koffie.

Sonder om sy steeds priemende oë te ontmoet kyk ek weg, nie seker wat om te antwoord nie. Stilte… ek het genoeg daarvan gehad op Bergendal. Dit is juis van die stilte wat ek weg vlug. Die soort stilte wat kasty en letsels los. Daardie soort het ek nie nodig nie.

“Ek sal eerder tussen mense wil wees. Miskien is die stad juis wat ek nodig het.” antwoord ek en wink vir Gertman om die rekening te bring. Skielik haastig om op die pad te kom.

“Mevrou, waarvoor jy ookal vlug ek hoop jy kry jou antwoorde daar.” Ek knik my kop, sit ‘n R100 noot op die tafel neer en staan beslis op. Ek hoor Gertman roep maar ek ignoreer hom. Die footjie is seker te veel.

Terug in my kar vang my oog die inligtingsbord na Durban. Is nie juis ‘n plek waarvan ek hou nie maar is miskien juis wat ek nodig het. Die klop teen die ruit laat my skrik en ek gewaar Gertman met ‘n breë glimlag. My foon in sy hande. Versigtig rol ek die venster af en met ‘n dankie ontvang ek die foon. “Mooi ry, Mevrou. Tot ‘n ander dag.” En ek rol weer die venster toe sonder ‘n woord.

Met haas trek ek weg om die soort stilte te vind wat net afstand my kan bied.

A Monday inspiration message: Gratitude.

The Site Map: Look past the clutter.

It is God’s privilege to conceal things and the king’s privilege to discover them. (Proverbs 25:2, NLT)

Study the word

I studied the course, gritting my teeth in frustration. I can’t find the list that will explain to me what it requires of me. One by one, I clicked each tab on the navigation and studied its drop-down list. Nothing.

I kept scrolling down until I saw that precious link in the footer titled, “Site Map.”

I clicked… and what opened up was a beautiful, glorious outline of the site.

No wonder I had to dig! The site map listed literally hundreds of pages. I searched through and eventually, there it was: “Required Curriculum” as a line item.

The site was chock full of content, but the outline—the site map—identified each page lay that behind the skin of the website template. It was set up in an orderly, logical framework.

The information was there. I simply found it in a way I didn’t expect by digging.

I take the same route to meaningful writing. Obvious superficialities lay on the surface (as on a navigation’s drop-down list). It reveals hidden truths when I search them out (as in a site map.)

Discovery is a privilege. We gain it in digging.

Truth uncovered leads to more meaningful writing.

Prayer

Heavenly Father,

No secret is hidden from you. Thank you for the privilege of digging in to discover your truths. Let me be persistent to go beneath the surface.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Taken from Nonprofit Copywriter website. 

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