Kirjahaku

In everyday life, we all dance to various types of music, march to a different rhythm and sing to the tune of different melodies. But I really would like to know who is the Supreme Drum Major that guides your every move and footsteps? Are you marching to the beat or just marking time? Let's march together in Unity to the Beat of God's Heart and keep in line with the Perpetual Rhythm of His Divine Grace and Mercy. When we are out of sync with God, we are also out of sync with life. So let s keep in step and blend our voices in perfect harmony. Let us walk together in love, peace, harmony, and unity............ With No Strings Attached, and no batteries inserted

She always believed there are moments in our lives that can be defi ned as a transition between the "before and the after," between the "cause and the eff ect." She is in a space between her comfort zone and infi nity. Sometimes she wants to hide and not be seen, not be open, and not be vulnerable, but she also realizes that as a writer, she is obligated. So she comes to the conclusion that there are two ways she can do this, soft and gentle or fast and hard; either way, both will get her to the other side, if she just creates. Whenever you or someone chooses a path designated and appointed just for you, follow that path to the end. Sure, you may sometimes come to a roadblock then take the detour. You see, a detour could be an interstate highway to your dream. It's not the end of the road. Writing makes one's Soul smile and their Spirit shine. It is only me and God's Shadow. It is not an occasional resort for me, but a constant abiding place where she can fi nd not only consolation, but also habitation. It's my home, my safe haven, my quietude and my quiet space where my writing and creativity consumes me, and yet cannot quench the fi re within. My heart speaks to me, and the words penetrate and pierce my soul to the very core of my being. Words of encouragement and inspiration, words that we dare not utter, but is imprinted and embedded deep within our souls. I learned early in life that courage was not the absence of fear but the triumph and victory over it. Seemingly, I gain my greatest strength in the midst of distress, because it allows me to grow brave by refl ection. I try in all aspects of my life to live creatively. I reside in my quiet space, where no one else has ever been, only God and my Brave Audacity with Humble Weakness.

Honesty is my moral compass, which is grounded and rooted upon a solid and stable foundation. My sense of integrity, self-worth, and self-confidence is not dependent on the outside world, but it is an internal feeling. This feeling cannot be emulated. You have to build one for yourself. Learn to focus on more than the outer appearance of things, and use a soft focus on the senses you have been divinely blessed with. Believe me, there is always much more to a story than meets the eye and ear. Listen to your breathing and heartbeat, and then you will become aware of the rhythms around you. Mix all of the ingredients with a hungry thirst for knowledge and a curious mind, and it will help you build your moral compass of honesty. She always believed there are moments in our lives that can be defined as a transition between the "before and the after," between the "cause and the effect." She is in a space between her comfort zone and infinity. Sometimes she wants to hide and not be seen, not be open, and not be vulnerable, but she also realizes that as a writer, she is obligated. So she comes to the conclusion that there are two ways she can do this, soft and gentle or fast and hard; either way, both will get her to the other side, if she just creates. Whenever you or someone chooses a path designated and appointed just for you, follow that path to the end. Sure, you may sometimes come to a roadblock then take the detour. You see, a detour could be an interstate highway to your dream. It's not the end of the road. Writing makes one's Soul smile and their Spirit shine. It is only me and God's Shadow. It is not an occasional resort for me, but a constant abiding place where she can find not only consolation but also habitation. It's my home, my safe haven, my quietude and my quiet space where my writing and creativity consumes me, and yet cannot quench the fire within. My heart speaks to me, and the words penetrate and pierce my soul to the very core of my being. Words of encouragement and inspiration, words that we dare not utter, but is imprinted and embedded deep within our souls.

Lieutenant Mark Ritchie is called to investigate a very puzzling murder at a very unlikely location. What was a man doing in the churchyard of an iconic colonial church, on a cold November morning and why would someone shoot him for doing it? Clues lead Ritchie through a twisting maze of religion, celestial movements, and history that leads to Sir Christopher Wren as the holder of the solution to the mystery. Did a highly controversial object fall into the hands of the great architect, astrologer and man of the Enlightenment, and did he design the church and conspire with Robert "King" Carter to hide it within until the time it could be dealt with peacefully? Did the man who was murdered know what was hidden and want to bring it to light? Did the murderer know and want to prevent its discovery? Ritchie finds himself in a race to solve the mystery before those who want to suppress the object can conceal or destroy it. If you like a fast moving murder mystery with religious controversy as a theme you will like this book