I've found myself thinking about God a lot lately. In conversing via email with another member here, I found myself stating that I believe in a personal God. That statement has been going round and round in my head for days. How do you explain to others what you mean when you say a "personal God"?
So here goes:
There came a day, many many years ago, that a strange and wonderful thing happened. I was, so I thought, at the end of my ropes. I desired nothing more than to go about the business of r…
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Added by Katkola on December 13, 2009 at 2:30pm —
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Fulsome flowers

Fulsome and flattering ... Nevenka tiered tangerine maxi dress. Photo: Getty Images

In Japan, cabbage, carrots and scallion ar…
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Added by Jonathan on December 12, 2009 at 10:38am —
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In the cold and bitter winter,
When frost’s fiery fingers chill;
When lumps of frozen ground,
Iron clad in ice lie still -
Under a deep black, morning mantled sky;
Then wonder I, at the fallow wasted land,
Where in the summer, green grass grew,
And every daye freshe blankets of floures,

Sprinkled the meadows with dusty showers.
Where in springtime,…
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Added by Jonathan on December 12, 2009 at 6:08am —
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Last week I opened an e-mail from a publisher telling me that my submission was in final review. In checking out the site and the list of staff members, the e-mail came from someone on the excutive staff list. Of course I was very excited. After all, I've only sent out 3 query letters for "A Light into the Darkness"--as I began the second novel "The Lost Scrolls"--a sequel to the first. I was just testing out the water--since I'm a first time novelist. Two days later, I got an e-mail from the sa…
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Added by Shelly Goodman Wright on December 8, 2009 at 12:40pm —
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I saw a vision,
Paint it... Paint it...
Write it in paint.
Color it -
Make the dark clouds light or pink.
Dip your brush,
Do not think. . .
Make the coffee colored day
Your way,
Your way.


Pray - and say -
- We will play
With created things,
Make the winter trees,
Wear a summer breeze.
Call the children,
Come and see!
What I can do.
And you c…
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Added by Jonathan on December 4, 2009 at 7:00pm —
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The years have a way of being unforgiving;
they give no grace nor mercy
to the one who has lived them all
and seen them come and go.
They are what they are, static and unchangeable.
You bend; they don't.
And when the frame can no longer flex as it once did,
the years continue to roll as though nothing has changed.
It seems like only yesterday,
you were young and feeling fine.
Your feet could dance,
and your hands could grasp hold of life
and hear it beg for mercy.
Now the feet are slowed,
no…
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Added by Karen M. Crump on December 3, 2009 at 9:01am —
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So I am here with a very promising Editor's Evaluation and some very great chapters....
Whats the next step to making my book as perfect as it can get?
I have been working on it FOREVER! Now I am wondering does it still need just me, or is there someone or somewhere out there that will help me with the situation better than I can myself?
Advice would be loved, my fellow writers!!!
Thanks!
Johnny
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Added by John on December 1, 2009 at 2:43pm —
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My publisher, March Books, has released their first two titles.
Nightsweats in Bigelow Hollow - a YA fantasy (see the excerpt below)
and
The Little Insanity
Both books are available at…
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Added by lizzie march on December 1, 2009 at 12:30pm —
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Added by Jonathan on December 1, 2009 at 9:11am —
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Larry Ray Powers 1949 - 2009 Lawrence
Powers
A memorial service for Larry Ray Powers, 60, Lawrence, will be 10:30 a.m. Saturday at Clinton Parkway Assembly of God.
Mr. Powers died Monday, Nov. 23, 2009, at his home.
He was born May 12, 1949, in Childress, Texas, the son of Roy Franklin and Helen May Blackwood Powers. He was a former resident of Eudora for 17 years. He moved to Lawrence in 2003.
He was a veteran of the U.S. Air Force during the Vietnam War.
Mr. Powers was a computer speci…
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Added by Katkola on November 28, 2009 at 11:34am —
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One of the members of this site, Larry (Lawrence) Powers, and of Writing.com has passed away. I received an e-mail at WDC notifying me and giving me this link to see the obit. My prayers go out to his family. He was a wonderful WDC friend. He was also known on WDC as Kansaspoet.
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Added by Karen M. Crump on November 27, 2009 at 5:12pm —
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Emerald Fields
I stare at an empty canvas in front of me...
Imagining the greenest of fields
reaching way up high
gracefully fondling, caressing,
teasing a velveteen sky.
I take hold of the brush calling my name...
I begin by painting a sun
to illuminate the lands.
Highlights to portray vitality
smoldering in my hands.
I clean the brush while pondering colors...
I cast u…
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Added by Danielle on November 27, 2009 at 2:10pm —
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I uploaded my Novel this morning and NaNoWriMo.org validated a word count of 87,050! It's not the novel I expected to be writing; that novel is apparently yet to come! Instead I used some of the ideas I had for the 2007 NaNo novel and wrote something new-more mature, more expanded, and with many different and unexpected elements! I'm not quite finished, but shortly I'm going to wind it up. December will be for editing and for beginning on the new novel which I thought to be writing during NaNo (…
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Added by Hanne-Marie Balogh-Bremer Haws on November 26, 2009 at 10:16am —
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To all who read this - remember to be thankful to God our creator and sustainer - not only at this time of year but every day. He is our provider; on Him we must trust! God bless all, and Happy Thanksgiving!

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Added by Karen M. Crump on November 24, 2009 at 11:30am —
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I've been working with this piece probably ten years now, here and there. I think it's a rather marvelous portrait that I'm not seeming to express as well as I'd like to. I'd appreciate any feedback or ideals on it. Thanks! ~Danielle
Dance in the Courtyard
(Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBFD)
Intrigue like snow enveloped the grounds
by the bewitching strike of this mid-night;
at which time, I proceeded to make my
grand entrance into the mystical garden.
Silhouettes stood out from th…
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Added by Danielle on November 22, 2009 at 11:36am —
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The Journey Doesn't End
In every thought, there is a journey
from where it began to where it leads –
does it make you whole or cause you to bleed?
Along the way on any path,
whether you seek to be or not;
you are changed.
Changed from prick of thorn
or feathery touch of gentle breeze
upon the outer shell
that encases and embraces the
person who hides inside.
Encounters of a literate kind
climb through the barriers
of walls and doors
and trickle down into the soul
and form a pool to absorb
or l…
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Added by Karen M. Crump on November 14, 2009 at 8:40pm —
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The old man and the young boy sat and looked into each others’ eyes. “Read it again, Grandpa. Read me the story of the land that is no more.” So, the old man got up from the bench as he had done so many times before. He pulled the ragged book from the shelf that was empty except for the book and a few scraps of paper and some stubby pencils. As he headed back to the bench where the boy sat waiting in anticipation of hearing the story again, if anyone had been watching – which they might have bee…
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Added by Karen M. Crump on November 10, 2009 at 2:53pm —
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The first frost of the year!
Even if I would,
This I cannot ignore.

I must leave my book
And take a look.
Come along with me and see
Tiny flashing icicles
On blades of grass
Smiling at me
Stretching themselves
In the morning sun.
What a wonder!
What a beauty -
God’s breath frozen on the ground
Look! Look! - what we ha…
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Added by Jonathan on November 7, 2009 at 9:01am —
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C r A z Y - B e A u T i F u L
Tonight, I took a long stroll down a
secluded path along side the beach.
I dread the very entity of my life that
reveals my failed attempts to reach.
Lost inside my soul and lonely
within this damnation called my life;
I'm a memory to a few good men,
someone's barren former wife.
Nothing to bequest to the world if
my life should come to an abrupt end.
I'm a painting, a portrait with colors
worn. I'm faded in ravished blends.
I…
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Added by Danielle on November 6, 2009 at 9:32pm —
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12 dead, 31 wounded at Fort Hood here in Texas.
It was a warm sunny day.
The dogs played outside today in the sunshine.
My birthday is tomorrow.
12 dead, 31 wounded at Fort Hood here in Texas.
It is a cool, crisp Autumn evening.
The doves, Butch and Sundance, are cooing in their cage.
I'll be 63.
12 dead, 31 wounded at Fort Hood here in Texas.
Anger rages in my soul.
Sadness rises into my eyes.
Our prayers are for those who survived.
12 dead, 31 wounded at Fort Hood here…
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Added by Karen M. Crump on November 5, 2009 at 7:30pm —
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