Book Review #5

Hi everyone! Once again, I’m taking part in Bethany House’s Blogger Review Program. Once again it’s actually a compilation of four novellas, from four different authors, put into one book, rather like episodes of a TV series. Probing, the third book in the Harbinger Cycle, sporting big names in Christian fiction such as Bill Meyers, Angela Hunt, Frank Peretti, and Alton Gansky, continues the amazing storyline.

Here’s a blurb from their website:

As Evil Lurks Around Every Corner, This Misfit Team Must Work Together If Anyone Wants to Make It Out Alive. This is Harbingers.

The stakes are higher than ever as Bill Myers, Frank Peretti, Angela Hunt, and Alton Gansky return again to the universe of Harbingers for four more stories set in a world on the brink of destruction.

In Bill Myers’s “Leviathan,” the team heads to Hollywood for a taping of a new television pilot, Live or Die: The Ultimate Reality. When violence and chaos erupt, they must fight an insidious and multiplying madness before it spreads across the globe.

Frank Peretti’s “The Mind Pirates” centers on an earring with mysterious powers that just might hold the key to solving a murder. When two members of the team are kidnapped by seventeenth-century pirates, the team must overcome the ruthless scheming of an evil, hidden nemesis.

In “Hybrids” from Angela Hunt, the arrival of two mysterious black-eyed children and a baby’s disappearance are no coincidence. Instead of finding the rest they need, the four friends must stay on their guard as they search for answers–and for a missing child.

In “The Village” from Alton Gansky, a visit to a guarded and secretive North Carolina town becomes the most challenging mystery the team has ever faced as they must jump between universes to solve a problem they barely understand before the window between worlds closes forever.

I reviewed the first book in the series, Invitation, last time. I was still just as impressed by this one as I was by that one. It was wonderful, and because I’ve been busy over the last couple months I haven’t gotten to read as much as I would have liked. This book, however, was a fantastic read and I highly recommend it. It is set up in four short novellas precisely for people in our busy world who may not have time to read full books, but enjoy reading nonetheless. Or even if you don’t, this doesn’t feel like reading – you’re swept away in a current of story and before I knew it, several hours had passed.

I will say though, that without having read the other books, it doesn’t make as much sense – much as watching an episode in a TV show in the middle of a season doesn’t make much sense if you haven’t seen the rest. I would recommend reading the other books first, as you will understand much more of it if you do.

Each “episode” was different, from collective amplifying of bloodlust to travelling to a different world to mind-possessing earrings, this was an incredible book with something for everyone. While it may not have been as adventure-packed and thriller-type as the last two books, it is still incredible.

I really enjoyed the second “episode”, The Mind Pirates, because the lovable Andi, with whom I quite identify, gets taken over by a pirate’s brain and goes a little berserk. It’s quite funny.

There is a 4th installment, or cycle as they call it, but I really hope they put out another cycle, because I feel like the adventures of Tank, Andi, Daniel, Brenda and the professor are far from over.

Have you read anything of the sort, or any other books you enjoyed lately? Leave a comment and let me know 🙂 .


Book Review #4

Hi everyone! Once again, I’m taking part in Bethany House’s Blogger Review Program. This time it’s actually a compilation of four novellas, from four different authors, put into one book, rather like episodes of a TV series. Invitation, sporting big names in Christian fiction such as Bill Meyers, Angela Hunt, Frank Peretti, and Alton Gansky, is the first of three (or more?) sets of four compilations being released by Bethany House over the course of the next year.

Here is the blurb from their website:

You’re invited on a journey of suspense and the supernatural as four of your favorite bestselling authors team up for a unique series.

From the minds of Bill Myers, Frank Peretti, Angela Hunt, and Alton Gansky, Invitation compiles the first four episodes of Harbingers, each following a different character.

BRENDA–the street-hustling tattoo artist who sees images of the future
THE PROFESSOR–the atheist ex-priest ruled by logic
ANDI–the professor’s brilliant but geeky assistant who sees inexplicable patterns
TANK–the naïve, big-hearted jock with a surprising connection to a healing power

Brought together for the first time in “The Call,” the four soon realize pockets of darkness are emerging throughout the world. Whether it involves a mysterious house, the unexplainable death of animals around the world, or an otherworldly little girl, each puzzle they solve brings them closer to the ultimate explanation of what’s happening. But will they discover the truth in time?

I honestly loved this so much, and I had trouble putting it down; it’s been a while since I felt so sucked into a book and felt with the characters. When they got into impossible situations (and yes, impossible, disappearing houses that suffocate, animals without eyes, a girl from another world who can float and grows younger every day), I was living right along with them, experiencing the adventure through them.

They encounter strange things, from an institute for special children playing with demonic possession to killer ghosts, the IT, and invisible friends who aren’t named Harvey.

Each of the novellas is written by a different author, through the eyes of a different character each time. The insights that you would normally only get from the protagonist in most books,  is now present in each of the characters, and helps explain some of their actions in the books that do not get an inside view of their thoughts.

What I really loved about this book is the connections that could be drawn like a thread connecting each of the books, the recurring elements, and the supernatural elements that never failed to disappoint.

I really like the third “episode” in this book, from the point of view of Andi, the Professor’s assistant. She sees patterns and mathematics in just about everything, something I think is really cool and can identify somewhat with as well.

I can’t wait until the next installment comes out in August, I definitely plan on buying it.

Basically for any fans of any of the authors, or simply fans of supernatural thrillers, I definitely recommend this book. Really. It was wonderful.

Have you read any of them, or other books by the authors? Let me know what you thought 🙂 .


Book Review #3

Hi! Once again i’m taking part in Bethany House’s Blogger review program, this time Jill Williamson’s King’s Blood, the sequel to King’s Folly, my review of which can be found here.

This is the official back-cover blurb from their website:

They Flee for Their Lives, But Will a New Home Be Found?

The Five Realms have been destroyed. The remnants of the population who escaped now find themselves confined only to several hundred ships adrift at sea. Guided by hope, rumor, and a promise, they sail north into the unknown, desperate to find land that might become their new home.

As the king’s illness worsens, Sâr Wilek takes authority over the expedition and struggles to rule the disjointed people, while assassination attempts, vicious serpents, dangerous storms, and dark magic endanger his life and the survival of his people.

One prophecy has come to pass, but another looms dauntingly in the future. Who is this promised Deliverer? And if the Magonians have him, what might that mean for the realm of Armania?

This book has some of everything; wars, sea voyages, forbidden and encouraged romances, slavery and freedom, and will appeal to everyone in some way. As a fan of fantasy, especially biblically based fantasy, I found this to fit very nicely into the genre, and yet being different – in a good way. The flock of people, fleeing their sinking and dissolving homeland, crossing an ocean to find a new, promised land, reflecting much of the same journey described in the Old testament.

Sâr Wilek, prince heir to the throne of Armania, faces a large challenge coming into his birthright as king of a new land, with a warring mage uncle who intends to take over the entire world, giants, and mysterious spirits called shadir spying on him at every step, and coming to terms with a new faith that could be his strength or his undoing. Facing deception after deception, the Armanians and their allies fight to stay on top, to not succumb to the spies, wars, or magicks that are rife throughout the novel.

I very much enjoyed this book, and am anticipating the next one eagerly. One thing I did notice, that I thought could be improved , is the fact that the story felt like it was being rushed through, not taking as much time to develop the elements of the story, letting us see who the characters truly were, rather than just what was told about them. Also, with such a large cast of characters, it was sometimes hard to keep track of who was loyal to whom, and who hated whom, and their motivations for doing so.

This book once again ends with “Not the end”, promising more new and exciting things ahead for the descendants of Armania.

So if you’ve enjoyed Jill Williamson’s work in the past (I know I certainly have), I highly recommend reading this second (and the first as well) installment in her series, The Kinsman Chronicles.


Book Review #2

I know it’s been quite a while since I posted, so this one is special. I’m taking part of Bethany House’s Blogger Review Program again (Free books for me, just a review here and on a retailer’s website). This month, I’m reviewing Jill Williamson’s new book, King’s Folly. (Warning, spoilers)

The official blurby description thingy, from Bethany House’s website, is below:

Their Battle for the Throne Has Just Begun.
But Will It Matter if the World They Rule Collapses Into the Sea?

The gods are angry.

Volcanic eruptions, sinkholes, ground shakers–everything points to their unhappiness. At least that is what the king of Armania believes. His son Prince Wilek thinks his father’s superstitions are nonsense, though he remains the ever dutiful First Arm of Armania.

When a messenger arrives and claims that the town of Farway has been swallowed by the earth, the king sends Wilek to investigate. But what Wilek discovers is more cataclysmic than one lost city. Even as the ground shifts beneath his feet, Wilek sets out on a desperate journey to save his people and his world. But can he do it before the entire land crumbles?

For any big fans of fantasy, this is a must read that stands out. It has the feel of a fantasy series that doesn’t need to be concluded in one book, but rather the longer, more languorous feel of a true fantasy epic that won’t be easily forgotten. With this comes the slow, slightly confusing beginning that sets some readers off right away, but for those that stick around, a story of twisting and hidden loyalties, manipulation, discovery, and even a little bit of love blossoms on the pages.

The complicated culture, full of superstitions and practices and wars that was created by the author was probably my favourite part of the book. The ritual offerings of people to the god of soil, Barthos, and the picking of one’s five gods to follow, each with their own personalities and domains, a complicated system of ages and rankings, not to mention a completely different system of magic than I’ve ever seen before made the world very unique.

My favourite characters were probably Prince Wilek, despite him sounding slightly whiny in the beginning (he gets a lot better, trust me), and Prince Trevn and Miss Mielle. They really made the story enjoyable, to watch them grow and learn to rely on each other. While there were a lot of characters to keep track of, it was definitely worth it to see the interweaving between the characters in the end.

This book defied my expectations somewhat. I went into it thinking it would be another general Christian Fantasy, which in no way are bad, and most of my favourite books fall under this category. However, I soon realized how wrong I was. The expectation of “oh look, there’s the God of the world, the main character is the only devotee/going to convert while going through large amounts of hardship, but in the end the prince comes back and takes back his crown and marries the pretty lady, and they live happily ever after” was only half fulfilled in this book. It is not immediately obvious which of the numerous gods that exist is the true one, however with time it does become clear, and the several main characters – mainly Princes Wilek and Trevn, along with Kal and several others drift closer to acknowledging the truth. Wilek goes through much, including the loss of his beloved, being soul-bound to another, and kidnapped by mantics (sorceresses). In the end though, he comes back, and becomes the Heir, claiming his rightful position as crown prince of Armania. His pretty lady however, is not all she seems, and this along with many other mysteries are left off at the end of the book, which ends simply with these words:

“Not the end”

So if you’ve enjoyed Jill Williamson’s work in the past (I know I certainly have), I highly recommend reading this first installment in her new series, The Kinsman Chronicles.


Guest Post by Sarah

(Hi everyone! Just wanted to let you know I’m doing a post exchange with Sarah over at Knowing the Power, her link is down below. This is her post, mine should go up within the next couple weeks, hopefully. Enjoy!)


Hey, guys! My name’s Sarah and I’m guest posting here about my experiences with I Am Second. I blog on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays over at about how I’m working to make God the center of my life. Feel free to check it out!

Before I say anything, I just wanted to start by mentioning that I suffer from social anxiety, which makes it nearly impossible to talk to anyone. My friends and family, even. Ever since I was little, it’s felt like there’s been a glass wall between me and everyone else, and I’ve never known how to get through it.

So when God called me to start an I Am Second group (which involves a ton of talking), I about choked.

I Am Second groups are small gatherings (eight people or less). They begin with an I Am Second video, then there’s prayer, then there’s discussion. As the “leader” of the group, I would be called to lead the discussion.

…I can’t even be a part of a normal conversation.

So I dragged my feet for four weeks. I was too scared to bring it up to my friends. I didn’t want to ask my mom. I prayed that God would give me the boldness to take a chance and do it, but I was terrified. I didn’t know how things would go. I knew that this was something that God wanted me to do, but I didn’t know how.

Then, one days on my way to class, the words tumbled out of my mouth before I even knew what was happening. “Hey, I want to start an I Am Second group at my house.” My friends were actually ended up being excited and willing to help.

I just had to trust and take the step.

We set the first meeting for that following Saturday from 11am-1pm at my house. (I bribed people to come using chocolate chip pancakes.) Upon several occasions before we started, I had to walk out of the room because the adrenaline was pumping so hard. I began the meeting by telling everyone why I started the group—hands shaking, voice shaking—and how things were going to go down.

Something crazy happened at that meeting.

I talked in front of a group. I prayed out loud. I lead a conversation and we each talked about the hard things in life—our troubles, our fears, our habitual sins. We talked about outreach and the scary future and our testimonies.

A group of people came together in a way they never had before.

A shy, anxious girl, without a loss of words, spoke up and made a difference in peoples’ lives.

I took a chance, and six weeks later, my life is completely different.

I’m doing things I’ve never done before—I’m inviting nonbelievers to the meetings, I’m praying with my friends, I’m texting people that I love them and tell them that I’m praying for them. I’m smiling more. I’m talking more. I’m living more.

For years and years and years I’ve been praying—pleading—that God would send me someone I could talk to. I’ve been praying for community for a long, long time.

But it took a chance. And it took trust. And I’ve made mistakes, but I’ll never regret that moment that those words spit themselves out of my mouth.

This group is changing my life.

And God is doing something truly, truly beautiful with these people.

I talk more about my experiences with I Am Second at my blog, The Power ( Check it out for more on my journey! And if you want to know more about I Am Second (Start a group!), check out their website at

Book Review # 1

I know it’s been quite a while since I posted, so this one is special. I’m taking part of Bethany House’s Blogger Review Program (Free books for me, just a review here and on a retailer’s website). This month, I’m reviewing Patrick W. Carr’s new book, The Shock of Night. (Warning, spoilers)

The official blurby description thingy, from Bethany House’s website, is below:

When one man is brutally murdered and the priest he works for mortally wounded, Willet Dura, reeve to the king of Bunard, is called to investigate. As he begins to question the dying priest, the man pulls Willet close and screams in a foreign tongue. Then he dies without another word.

Willet returns to his task, but the clues to the crime lead to contradictions and questions without answers, and his senses are skewed. People he touches appear to have a subtle shift, as though he can divine their deepest thoughts. In a world divided between haves and have-nots, gifted and common, Willet soon learns he’s been passed the rarest gift of all–a gift that’s not supposed to exist.

Now Willet must pursue the murderer still on the loose in Bunard even as he’s pulled into a dangerous conflict that threatens not only his city, but his entire world–a conflict  that will force him to come to terms with his inability to remember how he escaped the Darkwater Forest–and what happened to him inside it.

For anyone who read and enjoyed Karen Hancock’s Legends of the Guardian-King, Wayne Thomas Batson’s Door Within or Dark Sea Annals, and especially Patrick W. Carr’s previous series, The Staff and the Sword, this book is for you.

Because I read The Staff and the Sword series, I noticed the immediate resemblance. The importance of the church, the use of special talents and gifts for the use of the church, and the seeming death of the hero but also his recovery.

One of the things I didn’t like about this book is that it jumped right into the world and into the intricacies of the church, without real explanation of how it worked. It was revealed later in the book, but it just jumped in and was rather confusing for a while. To be honest, there are still some things I don’t fully understand. What made it easier in his other series was that the main character was a drunkard who had learned very little about how their kingdom and church worked, so as he learned, the reader learned. However, I just learned that there is an introductory novella, which, presumably, introduces you better to the world in which you’re to dive into.

For another thing, because it was confusing, I didn’t feel I got to know the characters that well, This was one of the things i very much enjoyed about his Staff and Sword series; the characters felt like real people and the book was hard to put down. However, some characters, like Bolt, were well developed, and I liked them.

Also, in the beginning of the book, it talks about two laws given, one of which i can’t remember, and the other one was that mining was not allowed. However, this was hardly mentioned again. I feel like the author could have done a lot more with that law.

I think this book has the potential to be very good, but I also think it could use some more editing.

For those of you who are going to read this book, don’t  stop after the first couple pages seem boring. It’s a good story and I really did enjoy it once I got into it.

Let me know what you think 🙂



This is a piece I wrote a while ago. It’s my take of what it might have been like if I were there at creation.


I become aware that it is pitch black. Opening and closing my eyes makes no difference. I can’t feel anything under my feet; I am floating. My body is intangible; it is as if I am only here in spirit.

I quickly grow bored of just sitting there in complete darkness. However, just as I stretch out on my stomach to take a nap, for lack of better things to do, something happens. I hear something, not unlike someone gently blowing on coals to ignite them into flames. It’s coming from beside me, to my left. I turn, and stretch out my hand. Nothing there. I reach further, doing a sort of breaststroke to get to whatever is blowing in this dark, empty space.

I feel the moving air on my hands, my face. It smells of freshly cut grass, of buttercups in the spring, of lemonade, and another smell I recognize but cannot place. It smells like sunshine, but warmer and lighter; purer. It’s warm and refreshing, and I feel like I’ve known it all my life, and this is at the same time the first time I’ve felt it.

The blower goes on blowing, and I come closer. My hand touches something solid, but drifts through it like I was made of mist. A hand grips mine, and I become somewhat more solid. Compared to the being beside me, I am still about as solid as a dust devil, but I feel more steady, and even less in control. I’m perfectly fine with it. Peace and love radiates from the being beside me, and I feel perfectly safe despite having about as much mass as a breath of air. I hold onto the hand, not wanting to let go, not knowing how I could have lived without the strength that flows into me from this being I found in the infinite darkness of timelessness.

The blower stopped blowing. I now heard no noise. There was nothing to suggest anything was any different from before the blowing started, except for the hand holding tight to mine, fingers interlaced, not letting go.

I felt a deep rumbling come up from the one beside me. It was like a rumble that a dog would get just before it started to growl, only this came from a man, yet not a man. I was sure of this. The rumble grew in intensity, and I could now hear the rumbles as well as feel them. They echoed through me like a bass drum beat, my heart providing a complimentary beat. The rumblings grew, and grew, until they reached their peak. Then they shut off in an instant. And in their place was a voice. Deeper than the furthest reaches of deep space, older than any lengths of time could ever measure, and stronger than the roar of any and all lions. It both whispered and shouted at the same time. It was a chorus of one voice, one voice creating a chorus. It said “Let there be light.”

Instantly, there was light. It was coming from all around me, but the strongest light was coming from my left. I looked over at the Being. The first word that came to mind was radiant, for he was bright, brighter than the sun in all its glory, almost too bright to look at. But I could look at him. He was undoubtedly a king. He was king above all kings that ever existed and will ever exist. But he carried this not proudly, not boasting, but also not as a great burden. He carried it as just being there, as it always was and always would be. I could barely tear my eyes away from this face, this most beautiful face unlike any I had ever seen before, but he gestured around him at the light.

I could see now that we were floating above a planet, covered in an expanse of ocean, all perfectly still, not a ripple in the surface.

“It is Good!” he called out, his voice resounding throughout all of history and all of time. He gestured pointedly at one area of light, and called it “day”. It was as if all the light that did not emanate from the Being beside me, coagulated on that side of the planet, and darkness overtook the other half, which he called “night”.

He now turned to me, took my other hand in his other hand, for he had not yet let go of my left. He looked into my eyes, and I looked back into his. His eyes were warm, but his gaze was piercing. I knew he was looking at me and he saw all of me, open and bare before him, nothing to hide. He smiled at me. His love for me was written all over his face. How could he love me? He saw all I was and everything I had done, and he still loved me.

I just kept holding onto that gaze, not letting go. I have no idea how much time passed, locked in that gaze. When he finally blinked and looked away, letting go of one of my hands, I looked away with him, and saw that the darkness was now on the other side of the planet, and the light was now on the right as opposed to the left like it was before.

He spoke again, his voice as calm and powerful as he was. “Let there be an expanse between the waters to separate water from water.” And suddenly, we were no longer hanging in space, but we were hanging in the water. And from the left came what looked like a giant, invisible axe, the blade pushing water below and above it. Behind the axe came an expanse of fresh air, and above me I could see blue sky, so much bluer than any sky I’ve ever seen before. It was a richer, deeper blue, with more layers, it sparkled and moved, and it was like looking at an ocean from high up, upside down. There was also an ocean at our feet, and it still rippled gently from the axe blade. It was like watching liquid crystals move in a breeze.

He said once again “It is Good!”, and he called the expanse of air “sky”. I marvelled at it all. But most of all, I marvelled at him. He had the grace and power of a lion, but the gentleness of a dove.

The light had all shifted towards the left again, and the darkness was approaching. He took my hand once more, and was staring into his eyes again, unaware of anything but him. I could tell now he was not necessarily safe. But he was, most definitely, good.

Once again, he released me, and once again the light was on the right. This time, when he spoke, land formed beneath us, and we set down gently. The land was all very bare, just rocks and dirt in the shape of hills, valleys and rolling plains. He spoke again, his voice now rolling over the hills, down through the valleys, and barreling over the plains. Everywhere the sound of his voice came, green started popping up. Trees of all kinds and grasses and flowers grew higher and higher, until the place they were standing on was a shady grove of trees. I leaned up against a tall beech tree, its leaves bowing and tickling my face.

The being, for I still don’t know his name, though I have a guess as to what it could be, stood beside me, watching me enjoy all he had just created, a smile on his face, as if he was saying  I made this for you, it’s my gift to you. Watching you enjoy it is all the thanks I’ll ever need. He took my hand again, and we journeyed to the next time when the light was on the right once more.

This time however, we pulled up into space, and he spoke again. At his words, a ball of flame, shining like the sun, appeared in his hand. He lifted it up and placed it in its place, as if it were hanging by an invisible hook. And I realized it was the Sun. Meanwhile he hung a white and grey ball of rock much closer; the Moon. I looked around in the wonder of it all. The Sun and Moon hung in the sky where they didn’t hang before, and they shone light onto us and onto the newly formed earth.

The One beside me drew my attention once again. In his hand sat millions of stars, twinkling. I could even see a couple planets twirling around some stars, and some planets that had no stars at all, and were just drifting there. He raised his hand to level with his lips, and blew. The stars lifted off from his hand like the fluff of a dandelion when blown. They all lifted into the sky, and they all came to rest in their respective places. Stretched out before me was the Milky Way, along with uncountable stars drifting past. I looked at the being in wonder. He made, and continued making all these incredible things, and I could just stand and watch.

We went through another light moving to the right, only this time I understood. It was evening going to morning. We’d been going through days. If I was right, today we were on the fifth day. What would he create today?

We went back down to earth, and he offered me his arm for a walk. As we walked, he stopped by the beach and picked up a handful of water. “Let the water teem with living creatures”, he said. Then, right before my eyes, a micro-ecosystem formed in his hands, with fish swimming all about, a little jellyfish grabbed hold of his pinky, and a little crab crawling along his palm. He lowered his hands, and let the little animals slide into the water. Moving on, he made a bird with his hands, and flung it up into the air, where it caught the wind, and floated above us. “Fly,” he said, “Fly and increase your numbers.” The bird seemed to split and morph into two birds, then four, then eight, and so on until I could no longer count them all. They were all different colours and sizes, all beautiful and unique. I held out my hand, and one of the little birds flitted towards me. He didn’t land on my finger though, but he landed on the finger of my companion.

He stroked the bird’s head for a moment, and then let it fly again.

We went through another day, but were in the same place when we returned the next morning. He turned to the beach itself and gesturing towards the sand, raised his hand as if he were lifting something up. Out of the sand came all manner of creatures, great and small, with floppy ears or long necks, with reptilian scales or fur and hair, he made them all.

Then he brought me over to a patch of clay on the beach, where he sat down and formed a sculpture. It was a human, that was easy enough to see. He made the sculpture complete, and blew on the face. The face lost its claylike look, and started to look like real skin. The colour spread, and before me stood a perfect specimen of human features. The only better looking one was the Being beside me. He created a female to accompany him, and he said to them “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground. I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” Then the night approached again, and He left the humans playing happily in the orchard where he left them, and the two of us rocketed up into space again, and we looked down on all that he made. He took my hands again. This time, however, was different from the other times. He placed my hand on his shoulder, and pulled me close, his hand held protectively against the small of my back.

“Listen” he whispered. I closed my eyes and concentrated, from far away, and from all around us, came… music. It was a heavenly melody, a tune of celebration and birth; a song of new life. I stared at him, and he simply led me through a dance to the celestial music that resonated all around us. I simply followed him. I’m sure, that woven deep within that melody, I heard one line being repeated: Dance with me.

We kept dancing, for I don’t know how long, until finally my knees gave out from the exhaustion. He picked me up in his arms and carried me over to my bed. He lay me down and tucked me in. I asked him one question before he left.

“What is your name?”

“You know my name, dearest.”

“I do?”

“Yes. I am the Creator of the universe, the one and only God.” I smiled. He was right. I did know his name. It just took me a while to figure out I did.