Meet Me At Our Secret Place

TIMES UP (Don't Wait Too Late) Each of us has a timer at the beginning of life, that's activated the day of our birth. And we all have only a set number of years! To enjoy this life, as we journey here on earth! Each moment that passes cannot be recovered. Neither can each heartbeat pumping blood through our veins! As we live and grow and breathe every day, there's lots of knowledge and wisdom to be gained. Yet, many of us miss out on so much! Caught up in drama! Paralyzed with heartache and pain! While the clock on our timer is steadily winding down, we have no one but self to blame. Just when we discover that we've lived a life less ordinary and so far beneath all that we were created to be. The timer goes off and the grim reaper says, "Your time's up! Come follow me!" I AM THAT I AM A JOURNEY THROUGH ADD-OL'-LESS-SENSE... is a distinct poetic novel of inspirational truths as described through a personal journey of discovery: the secret of destiny and the revelation of purpose, through a collection of inspired writings.

This book contains original poems given to the me by inspiration of The Holy Spirit. In it are poems about Biblical Characters and adaptations of the scriptures. It also contains poetic recitations with a Biblical perspective performed by the in local churches in his area. I feel a need to share the Word of God in verse to a lost and hurting world. I pray that this book will be as much of a blessing to the reader as it has been to the writer. As I was having the cover picture taken for my book, I was again reminded about the importance of daily prayer and meditation upon the Lord and His goodness. This photo was taken in "My Secret Place" where I go (not often enough I might add) to commune with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Unless you have your own place where you commune with God on a daily basis you can never realize the fullness of His greatness and His mercy. Go without pretense, God knows who you are, He made you and He wants to hear from YOU! May God richly bless you through these simple poems penned down by a simple country preacher who preaches about a Great and Awesome God!

The story Sweden’s Child is a semibiographical book of the life of my great-grandmother Inga Ohlsdotter. The family character’s, period, plot, story, town, farm names, and psychic abilities are all true. What I have added are local lore, historical references, and other characters, which increase the interest in the story. Because my mother was raised by her grandmother Inga, these stories have been passed down through generations. Sweden’s Child: Journey to America will be the same—a true story with people, historical happenings, psychic abilities, and characters that live under duress but still complete their journey as people would have done in a steamship sailing across the Atlantic in 1891

Forty six years hadnt wiped away the memories of 1955 and 1956. I still was fearful someone from the past would harm me. Time stood still and I pictured the people exactly as they were then. As I looked around things were even more dismal now than they were fifty years ago. As we drove past the High School my mind drifted back to the morning I was summoned to the Principals office and I could hear his voice and feel the viciousness that spewed from his mouth We dont want your kind here, and if your Momma and your Daddy will agree well be glad to send you to reform school at Chilacothe.And I can guarantee you well lynch that nigger if he shows up at the Homecoming next week! I was scared to death. I had to warn Andy. That night I found out his parents had whisked him out of town. What was I going to do? The bus ride to Denver seemed endless. This would be the farthest I had ever been from home and I had NEVER been this far by myself. My life as I had known it was over. Why had my parents kept the real ugly truth hidden from me? Could I, a fifteen year old girl, survive the hatred in America that I was just learning about. Thank God I would be safe with Andy. We could conquer racism with love, couldnt we? Although the U.S. Supreme Court decision to legalize Interracial Marriages in Amercia with the Loving v. Virginia case was establisted in 1967, Andy and I were the first Black/White Interracial Couple to legally be married in Colorado ten years earlier in 1957.

As a little girl growing up in British Columbia, Canada, Vee Konkin loved listening to her aunt Mankiyaor Marytell stories about her fascinating life. She kept notes from their conversations and _ led them away in a little wooden cigar box. She vowed to one day share her aunts story with the world. Born in Russia, Mankiyas parents were Doukobours, who were pacificts from Russia. _ ey refused to join the army and were granted permission by the czar to leave Russia in the late 1800s and early 1900s. With the help of Leo Tolstoy, the Quakers, and the Canadian government, the settlers went to Cyprus before traveling to the territories of Canadanow known as provinces. They built hovels made of turf and sod before advancing to log structures. Mankiya and her family were among the first such settlers to make their home on the Canadian prairies in the territory of Saskatchewan. She suffered numerous medical hardships and endured rude and nasty comments from the people in her commune, but she never lost her spirit. Today, the descendants of the Doukobours have made their marks as doctors, engineers, lawyers, and more. Celebrate their contributions and history with the amazing story of Mankiya.

A collection of personal messages received and penned during times of meditation and prayer and a devotional that will stir your inner most desire to hear the Father's voice on a personal level. It will bring peace to your soul, encourage your mind and open Heaven all around you.

(COMPLETED) :- David Grimwald is a 21 old alpha of Blue Hounds Pack. Even though he is 21, he didn’t found his destined mate yet and waiting for her patiently. Until one day, he finds a rogue girl in the middle of the forest, near the border of his territory. He immediately realizes that this petite little girl is his mate. But what was she doing there? What is she running away from? Mila is a little 18 year old orphan and wolfless slave of Beaufort Wolves Pack. She escaped from her pack to avoid the threat on her life. But she is not alone. She is carrying a baby in her womb along. What is the secret behind this baby? Why is she running away from her pack in such a condition? Who is the father of her child? Will David accept her as his mate? Will he accept the baby growing inside her? Or will they both end up rejected and alone? Read the full story to know more.. ‐------------------------------------- “Oh baby! You have no idea how badly I want to take you up in my room and devore your beautiful body?” My hands stopped wiping the floor and my head instantly snapped up to my mate, whose face is now buried in that girl’s neck. Their bodies were too close to my comfort. What did he just say? Did he just offer her to have s*x? Can’t he see me standing here? Am I that invisible to him that he is offering another girl to sleep with him right in front of me? I felt a part of my heart breaking at his words. I know I insisted him to not get physical with me until we make our relationship official, but it doesn’t mean he is allowed to do that with someone else. I am still his mate no matter what position our relationship is in. I can see their actions moving towards the direction of the bedroom and I have to stop them before they cross their limits. But how? Suddenly, an idea came into my head. I know this is going to earn me some harsh punishment, but at least I will keep my mate out of that girl’s body this way. With this thought, I picked up the bucket filled with dirty water and pretended to slip right in front of them, pouring all the water right on top of that girl’s head. “What the f*ck? You bi*ch. What did you do? Ewe.. This is no nasty. I have to take a shower right now. I’m leaving. But I will see you later for this.” My plan was a success. She ran out of there as fast as she can to clean herself and there was finally a satisfied smile on my face in joy. “Mila? Why did you do that? I know you did that on purpose.” My smile vanished when I hear Ralph’s angry voice for me. “I have something important to discuss with you. Please meet me at the garden tonight. I will be waiting.” Saying this, I started cleaning the excess water of the floor by myself. I wanted to talk to him right now, but we can’t afford to get caught. So I offered him to meet me later. He didn’t say anything further and went to his room angrily. Oh goddess. Why did I get such a mate who doesn’t understand me?

Chronicling the life of Jack Greenstreet through the Civil Wars to the Glorious Reformation, Claxfeldestane takes inspiration from factual evidence gained by the author’s research into his own Kentish ancestry, traced back to 1250AD. Knights and nobles were discovered bearing the Greenstreet name, and a Coat of Arms borne by Lawrence Greenstreet, son of John, the Prior of Rochester Cathedral. Mentioned in ancient subsidy rolls, ‘Claxfeldestane’ is a 15th century, half timbered, Wealden Hall farmhouse. Part jettied, the house was built by wealthy Yeoman farmers and lies at Claxfield, on the Lynsted side of Teynham, Kent. It is at this Grade 2 listed abode that the tale centres, where the author’s ancestors resided and were recorded through history as *King’s Reeves: (*viz - Chief Magistrates. Stewards who organise manorial affairs.) A Royalist, supporting King Charles 1st, Cavalier Jack feuds with his father and brothers, who support the Parliamentary cause. He also crosses sword with his uncle, Lord Peter of Paynter’s farm, Ospringe, who is in league with Oliver Cromwell. Seriously wounded at the Battle of Yalding, Jack is attended to by his uncle, Reeve Johis, and the Reeve’s son James. Johis and James Greenstreet are destined to be the last Reeves of Claxfeldestane.