If you're in the Raleigh, Durham, or RTP area, come out to The Painted Tree Boutique next Saturday, April 4th, from 1-4 pm! I'll be selling & signing books as well as giving away a few freebies from my publisher, Editingle. Located in the Folk & Fiction Co. Booth at 7444 Creedmoor Rd, Raleigh, Suite J12. Don't want to buy anything?

Prayer isn’t preparation; it’s spiritual warfare. When you ask God to help you pray, He answers with burdens that force you to your knees and battles that shape you. “Lord, Help Me Pray” is the third installment of the Dangerous Prayers series. Discover why true intercession begins in the furnace of affliction. #DangerousPrayers #PrayerWarrior #SpiritualWarfare

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Patience isn’t passive. When you pray for patience, God answers with delay, discomfort, and disruption. “Lord, Give Me Patience” is the second in the Dangerous Prayers series. Discover why waiting faithfully is one of the hardest, and holiest, things we’ll ever do. #DangerousPrayers #Patience #SpiritualGrowth

Endurance isn’t glamorous. When you pray for endurance, God strengthens you through trials that build endurance. “Lord, Give Me Endurance” is the first in the weekly Dangerous Prayers series. Discover for yourself why, sometimes, the hardest prayers are the ones that change our lives. #DangerousPrayers

Could the Rapture echo the miracle of Chanukah? A desecrated temple, a flickering flame, and a rededication that defied the darkness. What if the Festival of Lights holds more than history? What if it holds a prophetic pattern? Explore the surprising connections between the Menorah, the Incarnation, and the trumpet call that will change everything you thought you once knew.

When you seek wisdom, the King always answers. He doesn't thunder from the heavens, but whispers through the Holy Spirit and through dreams. Each answer reveals a path, but only one leads to healing. Both may hurt, but only one is holy. The pain you endure in your dreams may be the wounds you escape in life by walking in God’s will.

You may call it ugly. You may wish it erased. But that thread—the one stained by grief and twisted through pain—may be holding your entire story together. When it’s pulled, beauty fades, blessings vanish, and only then will you see the lives your story touches: the thread you may despise could be the hinge of your testimony.

You asked for a place to belong, and God showed you His promise, but then He locked the gate for a season. Impatience led you to compromise and silence the unction of the Holy Spirit, and the cost was steep. Yet His promises never die. When the appointed time arrives, you don’t enter as a beggar pleading for favor—you enter as one who was predestined to belong.

A child feared the dark, not because he was weak, but because he could sense what others could not. When the shadows danced and the wind groaned, he didn’t cry out with eloquence. He whispered the name of "Jesus" and Heaven answered. This isn’t a bedtime story; it’s a warrior's initiation. The spiritual war is real, and the darkness is thick with evil, but the Light of Jesus still shines, and the darkness cannot overcome it.

He missed his chance to say goodbye, but mercy gave him three seconds. Sometimes, eternity is found in a moment, rather than in an entire lifetime. This parable will change how you view time, grief, and the urgency of love.

She didn’t remember him, but he remembered for both. When loved ones develop Alzheimer's or dementia, it robs them of their memory and dignity. This is a parable of fading memory, sacred presence, and love that endures beyond recognition. It's never easy to sit beside someone as they slip into the twilight.