Category: Life Journey Journal

10 Take-Away Moments from Mount Hermon Writers Conference 2017

10 Take-Away Moments from Mount Hermon Writers Conference 2017

It’s been ten days since I left the 2017 Mount Hermon Writers Conference. Yesterday morning was the first time I’ve had a chance to write since I was on the airplane.  I could give you excuses, but excuse or not, I needed to allow myself time to decompress. So, before I venture into my world of women’s fiction, I thought I’d share ten take-away moments (I started calling them lessons, but didn’t want to deter anyone from reading).

  1. Preparation Paid Off. Since I’d spent forty days preparing my spirit, mind, and body for the conference, I was prepared for whatever Divine appointments God had in store. From the wild shuttle ride up the mountain on Day One, to the final push that confirmed a difficult, yet needed step I must take to move my writing goals forward on Day Six — I accepted each moment as a part of God’s guiding hand.
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    Friday Morning Prayer for #MHWriters2017

    Allow for Quiet Time with God. Though I didn’t realize it when I registered, I would have a room to myself until Friday when the main conference began. This led me to an awesome morning prayer time on Friday. I was well rested and ready to take on the following five days. But first, God laid a prayer on my heart for everyone else.

  3. Next-Level Clinic is worth it! At the beginning of the week, I thought that attending pre-conference was only beneficial for returners. But as the main conference came to a close, I realized how alone I felt last year as a first-timer attending and not knowing anyone else, though God did provide companions and encouragers eventually. With that said, I recommend first-timers go if they can! The smaller critique group setting will help you prepare for feedback on your pre-conference submissions, you will begin friendships with other writers that will help keep you connected through the duration, and you will never feel alone!
  4. Unexpected Expectations. Did I have high expectations going into the conference? Absolutely! Though growing relationships with other writers and writing mentors along with valuable feedback on my current writing projects far exceeded my goals – I suspected I’d get something I didn’t expect at all. And I did! When at least five different people sparked a conversation on a topic I hadn’t planned to discuss – and they all gave me the same feedback, I took that as advice I couldn’t ignore. A blessing in disguise for sure and something I had given back to God for his Divine timing, which makes it all the more exciting to see where it takes me!
  5. Nothing Compares to Nature. No matter how tired, I was determined to complete the hike up to the cross on Palm Sunday. On 4 1/2 hours sleep, I made the hike, and froze my fingers and toes to the point of pain, but wouldn’t take it back (or the fact I didn’t get the afternoon nap I’d counted on) for anything. As I hiked and talked with my newest writing friend, the lyrics from Chris Tomlin’s Captured ran through my mind. On the way down the hill, I played the song and am convinced he was inspired to write it on that very mountain. It was an awesome way to connect with our Creator and be in awe of how much he cares for each of us even amidst all the other glorious evidence of his artistic hand.
  6. Nerves are Normal. I confess that last year, I avoided sitting at some tables because I felt intimidated by certain staff, editors, or agents. This year, I decided I would sit at those tables if there was a seat available. For those of you who don’t know, during most meals at the conference, conferees have the opportunity to sit, chat, and eat with agents, editors, published authors and other staff members. It’s an opportunity not offered at most other (if any) writer’s conferences, so nerves aside, I would embrace it! Despite my body reacting in all the ways I hoped it wouldn’t, I mustered up the courage and did it. Regrets? None. And next year, I will make sure I sit at the tables I didn’t have the opportunity to sit at, as well as introduce myself again to those I met this year.
  7. The Key-Note Speakers Brought Confirmation. Mark Batterson reaffirmed the concept of writing to an audience of One. Stacy Hawkins Adams reminded me that giving my first book baby to the Lord also comes with a promise of many more book babies to come. Need I say more?
  8. A Writer Never Arrives. I’ve dedicated over thirteen years to learning the craft of writing, finding my unique author’s voice, and discovering the specific types of stories God has called me to write. Yet, I’m always learning more! I want to encourage all writers out there who aspire to attend Mount Hermon (or who did and perhaps walked away discouraged) — be teachable! There is a way to learn the ropes and the rules and NOT lose your unique writer’s voice. Be creative, write what’s on your heart, and then be willing to adjust it in order to reach your audience. Even if there doesn’t seem to be a place for your story today, that doesn’t mean there won’t be tomorrow. So keep writing, keep learning and keep praying God will guide you to the right agent, publisher, and most important – readers in His Divine and Perfect timing.  As we learn to critique and encourage each other, let’s not forget what it was like to be new at this. Though I’m still learning, I desire to help others tell their story in the best and most effective way possible. So don’t give up!
  9. Eternal Friends and Writing Buddies. I’m thrilled beyond measure to be a part of such an amazing community of writers, editors, agents, and others who have embraced the privilege to reach others through their words!
  10. One final thought.  I’d love to hear about your take-aways from this year or any other year you’ve attended Mount Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference. If you haven’t had a chance to attend yet, would you like to? Why?
I Never Thought I Would Call My Son Beautiful

I Never Thought I Would Call My Son Beautiful

I come from a family of women. In 1999, women and girls outnumbered male cousins and spouses 2:1. During family gatherings, the females dominated with shrill excitement, disciplining the children, and more. Between my mom, her three sisters, and their one brother they had five daughters and two sons. At that moment in time, I was the only cousin with children, and had two daughters.

When I was pregnant with my third child, the assumption was I would take after my mother and have three girls as well. My husband and I prayed months before I got pregnant all the way up to the day of my 20-week ultrasound.

That pregnancy had been different from my first two, but our life had been different too. I was not as emotionally stressed out as I had been while pregnant with our daughters, our life was stable, and not much had changed in my routine since I had become pregnant. I was working and taking 13 units at the community college. I was on my feet more and had more on my mind than just being pregnant. I hadn’t worked past my first trimester during the other two pregnancies. I attributed these reasons to my symptoms of the nausea and slow weight gain that I had this pregnancy and not the others.

The one thing that did get our hopes up that we may be having a boy was the heartbeat. During my monthly check-ups which my husband came we would hear the heartbeat. Even though it had been four years since my last pregnancy we noticed a difference in the heartbeat immediately. With our daughters, the heartbeat had been pretty fast, but the this one was much slower. It was strong and healthy but in the 120-range compared to the average of 140 with the girls.

On November 9, 1998, our suspicions were confirmed. It was the first time we’d been able to definitively know the gender prior to birth, and there was no doubt that this time we were having a boy!

We were having the boy we had prayed for! We would have a son.

A son who would grow up to be a man.

I hadn’t been around baby boys enough to change diapers or pick out clothes. I had no idea what to expect with a son. How different would it be from raising daughters? Or would it be different? Could we raise a son with the same discipline, morals and values that we had begun raising our daughters with? Would he have a built-in “male” personality. Would we only dress him in blue, masculine clothing so strangers would never mistake him for a girl? (These questions sound ridiculous to me now, but I was serious!)

We didn’t want to cut him off from certain toys, but how would we feel if he wanted a Barbie instead of a GI Joe for Christmas when he was 2? We wanted him well-rounded, and sensitive to the opposite sex. This wouldn’t pose a problem after being exposed to my dominantly feminine family. But we also didn’t want him to be violent or overly aggressive. We didn’t want him to have toy guns and be a bully to smaller kids.

These thoughts and hundreds more were part of most our conversations for the next four months. The birth of Dawson Curtis King erased most of our concerns. We were in awe.

We had a little man. Now what do we do?

Would having a son be as predictable as everyone made it seem? My friends who had boys told me that no matter what, my son would play guns and knives games. And if Dawson didn’t, would he be pinned a wimp or a geek? We didn’t want either scenario, but we didn’t know what to do to stop it.

When Dawson started smiling at around 2 months old, we were overjoyed. Like most parents, we finally received a gift back from him for all our hard work. His whole face lit up. As the months went by he reached the typical milestones, and we were proud parents, as if he were our first child. We were constantly complimented at how gorgeous our children were.

Our daughters had big blue eyes and strawberry blond hair. Dawson had big green eyes and pale blond hair.  We even nicknamed him “Bug D” for a time. And his big, toothless grin charmed the pants off almost anyone.

I wasn’t surprised one day when an elderly lady commented on Dawson by saying, “What a beautiful baby!” My husband and I said our usual thank you and went on our way, smiling our proud smiles.

I didn’t think about it later that neither of us had given her comment about our son a second thought.

Back then, before the gender debate, calling a boy beautiful may have offended some parents. Boy’s weren’t beautiful or pretty – they were handsome. For generations, having a son meant having an heir, a leader, a man to continue the legacy of a family.

Some months later, Dawson was about two years old. He was still the baby, but I sensed that status wouldn’t be lasting long. We had just moved into a new rental and we’d all had a long day. Though Dawson was having fun playing with his sisters in the new yard, he was in desperate need of a diaper change. I had a feeling he wouldn’t be happy about it, despite having a horrible rash.

He screamed and fought me and eventually I realized the best way to clean his raw little bottom was to give him a bath. Although he wailed through the whole thing, I felt a peace knowing that sooner I could clean him up, the sooner I could wrap him in a warm, dry towel and hold him close to me.

As I put the towel around him, careful not to rub his bottom, I held his head close to my chest and comforted him. Moments later, we sat on the rocking chair and I repeated the words, “It’s okay, Mommy is here.”

He stopped crying and looked up at me with his big, tired eyes, his full red lips relaxed. His cheeks slightly flushed a pale peach against creamy soft skin. He was perfection, God’s fingerprint and gift to me. Holding my two-year-old son, the creak of the rocking chair the only sound, I felt beyond blessed to recognize the rare moment.

I stole a kiss from his soft lips and laid my head back, realizing I may never have a moment with him like this again. I wanted to savor it forever.

I wanted to remember his small, tennis-ball sized knee resting above my hipbone. The silkiness of his damp, blond hair. The feel of his moist, goose-bump back where the towel didn’t cover him. His huge eyes, gazing at me with all the love I could ever imagine. I was his mother and the only person in the world who could share this moment with him.

Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant with baby number four. Over the next three years, Dawson would become the big brother to two more boys. Allowing our sons to be boys became the norm. They had innate instincts to battle each other, and although we never condoned violence, we allowed them to express their warrior sides in safe, yet aggressive ways. Any given weekend their playroom would be lined with action figures ready for battle, the backyard littered with Nerf gun bullets, and light sabers strewn on the stairs.

Yes, this woman who couldn’t imagine life with a son, now had three boys! Each one a blessing in his own way and I can’t imagine life without all these young men.

Although Dawson has no memory of the moment we shared on the rocking chair some sixteen years ago, I believe with all my heart that my love for him will never be forgotten. More recently, his father and I have had to wrestle with him in a more figurative way. We had to make a difficult choice to move Dawson away from a life he loved. How much I wish I could have held and rocked him during the moments he expressed his frustration and resistance, and tears fell down his cheeks. But like that day so long ago, I recognized his pain and in so many words expressed my love for him and reminded him that it would be okay. Mom and Dad were here for him.

Today, Dawson turns 18. He still has a smile that melts my heart. For months now, he’s emphasized the fact “he’s a man.” He is eager to step into the world of adulthood and is very much a man in every sense of the word. Yet, he has a soft heart, and a caring and sensitive spirit. I credit God’s grace with the man my son has become and is learning to be. He is a perfect balance of masculinity and gentleness.

Today, my son is officially a man, and he is beautiful.

40 Days to Mount Hermon – Fasting and Prayer Week 2

DAY 8 – Friday

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12

Somehow, I woke out of a deep dream in time to get my son to school. Another full day ahead and a birthday on Saturday (my youngest turned 13) – I realized writing time would be minimal. Yet, I was feeling better than ever — really good actually! I was excited and felt confident about the changes our household was about to make for the good of us all.

DAY 9 – Saturday

Jesus replied, “Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching. My father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with him.” -John 14:23

My youngest 13th birthday so I started the morning off making birthday crepes. He had plans that evening so I knew the morning was my best chance to really dive into prayer and worship. I spent over an hour on my knees. Went through my prayer list from National topics to personal prayers for my children, my marriage, our finances, and finally for God to work through me in the stories that I am to tell.

As I went about my day, I felt the hint of a headache coming on, but I ignored it. I figured it had to do with my cleansing fast, so I just kept drinking my tea and water. Tried to nap but nothing helped. I figured it was a sign to just rest… body, mind, and spirit.

DAY 10 – Sunday

“Heaven and earth will disappear, but my words will never disappear.” Matthew 24:35

Headache had turned into body aches. I felt horrible and opted to stay in bed. Expecting to keep my normal pace while robbing my body of basic food was obviously unrealistic. If I did anything it would be reading in preparation for Mount Hermon Next Level clinic.

DAY 11 – DAY 15

Accepted the fact I was sick… having flu-like symptoms for the first time in a decade. Emphatic about continuing my sugar detox, I couldn’t take my normal remedies since they all contained some type of sugar or alcohol. But I did take some TheraFlu tablets on the 2 days I had to watch my grandson to keep from spreading my illness.

On the bright side, I had no appetite so avoiding taboo foods was easy!

40 Days to Mount Hermon – Fasting and Prayer Week 1


My first week was primarily focused on fasting. Beginning with a 21 day sugar detox and changing up my evening routine to focus on reading and an earlier bedtime. The goal was to purge some bad habits so that my mind and body could be more in tune with God and His guidance in all areas of my life. But the ultimate goal was to eliminate distractions and find a way to incorporate writing tasks on a regular basis.

I meant to publish this on Friday, but my 2nd week of prayer and fasting took an unexpected turn. I’ll share more about that later.

For Week 1, my journey went as follows:

DAY 1 – Friday

“Listen to advice and accept discipline, and at the end you will be counted among the wise. Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.” Proverbs 19:20-21

I had a full day of obligations ahead of me between freelance work, getting my youngest son off to Winter Camp, and having my grandson in the evening. I didn’t get to sleep until after 11, but slept well. My main focus was adjusting to the detox diet. It went pretty good besides I got hungry in the late evening, but had a rich smoothie of coconut milk, avocado, and green-tipped banana to tide me over.

DAY 2 – Saturday

“Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience.” Colossians 3:12

Had to wake up early to bring my 15 year-old to work, and spent the majority of my morning and late afternoon writing the initial blog on my reasons and goals for fasting and praying for 40 days leading to the Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference. By late evening, though, I found myself tired and irritable as I attempted to complete some accounting tasks for my husband’s business. I realized that during this fast, I can’t push myself too much mentally or physically otherwise I might give into temptation for a taboo snack or mind-numbing TV.

DAY 3 – Sunday

“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it.” Psalms 139:13-14

After church, I made myself a cozy spot by the fire and read several chapters in two out of the three fiction books I’m trying to finish before the conference. Then my daughter called me from California and parts of our conversation had stirred up emotions regarding her plans to move back to Idaho. I found myself wondering about my role in her decision and wanting to support her while still seeking God’s will in the matter. By 9pm I was in bed feeling like I could sleep, but then my mind started wandering. I ended up not sleeping well at all but realized normally, I would have watched a couple TV shows and probably not thought about my daughter’s situation as I fell asleep. I considered it a good thing and brought the matter to prayer fervently on Day 4.

DAY 4 – Monday

“Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.” 1 Corinthians 15:58

Another full day of freelance work, and running errands with my kids and grandson. Still primarily focusing on sugar detox cleansing. Other personal matters also came to light and I started to see the need to address things that have been neglected due to the busy-ness of life and shutting out the stress every evening. I was also feeling extremely frustrated with several people, feeling the burden of their choices landing on my shoulders. From agreeing to a solid financial plan that accounted for inconsistent income, to parenting issues with our older teens, I brought up the issues to my husband. These were not on my original list of “cleansing and detox” issues, but I knew they were important and trusted that God was bringing them to the surface for resolution. I experienced a gamut of emotions as we talked through it all. A needed cleansing and purging of built-up frustrations eventually led to agreeing on common ground.

DAY 5 – Tuesday

God’s word brought to light one element I had not considered on Day 4 — the need to forgive those people I felt had offended me. My frustrations were built on unforgiveness or keeping a record of wrongs. I was amazed that I hadn’t even thought that was where my unsettled feelings had manifested. It started with reading from What Happens When Women Pray – Chapter 3 Forgiven as We Forgive. Then the scripture verse for the day was also the one that our pastor used to close Sunday service and it all became clear.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-5

Yet more dross coming up to purify my heart, mind and soul! I was starting to feel pretty good on all levels. I was energized, finally getting 8 hours of sleep, eating well and on track with my PiYo despite a busy schedule.

DAY 6 – Wednesday

“Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:14

Nearing the one week mark, I assessed my progress so far. My journal notes helped me to summarize all the days up to this point. I felt I had overcome the “feeling worse before I felt better” hurdle. Ready to shift my focus into worship and prayer over the next few days, words from Wednesday night women’s Bible study resonated. We did have the ability to move heaven and earth through prayer.

DAY 7 – Thursday

“I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another in what you say and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly united in mind and thought.” 1 Corinthians 1:10

Woke up earlier than usual. The only day of the week I didn’t have my grandson, I was hopeful to accomplish a lot. Had a good morning of reading, prayer and worship. Then tackled my to-do list of housecleaning, freelance work, and an afternoon doctor appointment for my oldest son. This was where things went downhill a bit. I hadn’t eaten much all day and the doctor appointment took longer than usual. I started hitting a figurative wall when we got home, but still needed to handle some work tasks. I got to bed about 10pm and slept so hard, my alarm didn’t wake me.

Week 1 Conclusion

Instead of feeling discouraged that writing tasks were hardly a blip on the radar, I saw every day as step toward purging the toxins I’d allowed to take over my daily life.  I’d stuck to all aspects of my plans — avoiding sugar, reading scripture and praying daily, and learning to go to sleep without the need for TV each night. My week 2 focus would start with heavy prayer and writing tasks over the weekend.

Week 2 Update will publish soon.




Mount Hermon 2017 and My 40 Day Preparation Fast

In the time since my last post, God’s prompted me with things I need to let go of and change for my writing pursuits to reach their full potential. I’ve been excusing my lack of discipline and focus due to the constant change and chaos in my life.

As a result, I’ve begun efforts to change my normal default tendencies. I’ve eliminated gluten and other foods that increase my bouts of inflammation and irritability. I’ve also started the PiYo 60 day plan (a series of exercise routines that mix pilates and yoga and focus on correct alignment) and can say with 100% certainty, I haven’t felt better in body and mind in years!

All that back story to say that I’ve been mentally and physically preparing for this 40 day fasting and prayer long before I committed myself to the actual fast. It was in my prayer and journal time about 10 days ago that I realized yesterday (Feb 24, 2017) marked exactly 40 days before I boarded the plane for Mount Hermon. Could I really do this? What was God prompting me to fast and pray about?

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40-Day Mount Hermon Preparation Fasting and Prayer Goal List

Intercessory Prayer

I can’t be effective in praying for others if I’m struggling from the moment I wake to the minute I attempt to fall asleep. Although intercessory will be the focus of the second part of my 40 days, I will still be praying for others when prompted. I’ve written a list to include both National and Personal intercessory prayers. I’m sure the list will grow as I dive deeper into the routine of prayer, but these are my starting points:


  • Our President, his cabinet, relations with other countries, and his family
  • That our Christian voice in America would become louder than any other
  • Justifications for sinful lifestyles would cease
  • Selfish Spirit would be quenched
  • Protection from Enemies (spiritual, foreign, and domestic)
  • Youth and Young Adults would see and seek Truth
  • Plagues of Abortion, Divorce, Drug Use, and Mental Illness Would end

FREEDOM comes from

  1. Confession
  2. Repentance
  3. Seeking God with all our Souls, Minds, and Hearts


In my prayer journal, I have listed names. For the purpose of this post, I am only including the general focus. These are “personal” intercessory prayers because they involve people I know personally.

  • Authentic, life-changing Salvation for every family member and friend in my life who has not experienced the freedom and peace that comes from personally knowing Jesus Christ and seeking to know him through his Word, Holy Spirit, and God’s Divine differences that set him apart from human tendencies and other belief systems.
  • Physical and Mental healing for numerous church and biological family members.
  • For those who believe, but have not fully surrendered to all God has for them if they choose to turn 100% of their hearts and lives toward God.
  • A significant building up of faith among fellow believers. Our own understanding and perspectives are never enough to  experience the fullness of God’s plan. We must be willing to take risks, to step past our comfort zones, to get rid of distractions and hindrances, no matter how trivial or tremendous.

Immediate Family Prayers

These include my daily choices as I interact with and pray for each area. What I pray exactly will vary by day.

  • My marriage
  • My children
  • My grandchildren (present and future)
  • The current and future spouses of my adult children
  • My Christian friendships

40 Day Fasting Focus Areas

My personal fasting goals might be different than you think. Due to my specific dietary needs and fibromyalgia, I cannot go on the type of fast that would keep me from eating anything. For those of you who read this list, though, you can see how hunger will still likely be a part of the process! In addition to fasting certain foods, I will also be fasting things that interfere with my mental and spiritual health.

My new PiYo routine overlaps all areas here. I’ve already felt the benefits of how this form of exercise is purging toxins and increasing my emotional and mental health.


Starting with a 21-Day Sugar Detox (based on the book by the same title), I’m eliminating all forms of sugar from food and beverages. This includes fruit (with the exception of 1 granny smith apple OR 1 green-tipped banana) per day. Other taboo foods include all grains, legumes, potatoes, and even high-carb root vegetables such as sweet potatoes. Again, an exception here is that I can have an extra serving of sweet potato or winter squash on the days that I exercise. Not even natural sugars or sugar substitutes are allowed. I’ve been meaning to do this for sometime to kill off any possible Candida overgrowth that could be contributing to my brain fog, pain flare-ups, PMS, IBS, or irritability. After 21 days, I will continue eating according to Paleo standards.


Between evening television watching (which on my bad days can push 3 hours), and scrolling Facebook and Twitter without cause, I waste a lot of mental energy. Sometimes it does feel good to “not think”. And there is a time and place for that. But for me personally, it interferes with my ability to sleep. I stay up later than I should to finish watching a show. Or I get caught up reading some political or health food thread on my social media when all I really meant to do was clear out my notifications.

Meanwhile, I have this stack of novels I’d really love to finish before attending the Mt Hermon conference this year. Some are books I bought at the conference last year and I want to be able tell the authors I read their books this year. Others are for my pure reading enjoyment, but by the time I get to bed after (x)hours of TV time, I’m pressed to read a full chapter before I realize it’s midnight and I must sleep.

This could probably overlap into the category of SPIRITUAL FASTING since I know these things interfere with my spiritual well-being at times.

Essentially my mental fast means:

  • No evening TV show time (possible exception is a family movie night once a week). The point is to curb my daily routine and clear my mind.
  • No social media scrolling, interacting, or reading unless it’s directly related to a positive event of a close family member or friend, or engaging with other writers. Staying positive and not wasting time on senseless discussions or information is my goal.


Depending on my other commitments (my life doesn’t stop just because I am fasting!)  —  I may complete these all at once, or in bits and pieces throughout the day.

  • Read the entire chapter associated with the YouVersion Bible Verse of the Day. You may see image quotes of these on my Instagram or Twitter.
  • Read a section of each of the books What Happens When Women Pray and The Daniel Prayer (these are part of the weekly women’s study at our church).
  • Confession. Pouring out is the first step to receiving from the Lord. This may include negative thoughts, straying from my fasting, or my list of worries (with three adult children (my oldest son turns 18 in March), two teenagers, and a grandson, this list is continuous). I firmly believe that worry is a form of sin. When we worry we’re saying we don’t trust God.


“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” Matthew 6:25-27, NIV

“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him.” Hebrews 11:6, NIV

  • Pure Worship
  • Gratitude
  • Intercessory Prayer
  • Personal Prayer for focus, productivity, physical healing, and WIP breakthroughs

Sharing my 40 Day Fasting and Prayer Journey with You

My goal is to post at least once per week on my progress, answers to prayer, and topics related to the two book projects I will be working on during the conference. I know most of this doesn’t seem to have to do a lot with writing, but trust me — it has everything to do with writing to the Glory of God!

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Share your own version of preparing for Mt. Hermon Christian Writers Conference 2017.

If you are not a writer, can you still relate? If you are wanting to make major changes to your life, perhaps my journey will inspire you to begin your own version of a 40 Day Fast. I’d love to hear about it!