Tears do not come easy for me, even when they should. This week, I wanted to cry a few times, but the tears wouldn't come. Emotion bottled up inside of me and caused me issues, and I just wish they would come out in tears, but often I find that my release comes through the pen.

I still remember, as I was going through a very difficult time in my life, writing The Destiny of a Galaxy. So many emotions got poured into that book, even though very little of that book reflects what was really going on in my heart. However, I still remembering being in the middle of editing one of the chapters the book and finding myself weeping. There is still something about that chapter (chapter 16, for those of you who wanted to know) that evokes deep, bitter-sweet emotion within me. While that book holds the deepest of emotional connections, it is not the only one.

Adventures and Adversities explored and answered much of the doubt I was feeling at the time I was writing it.

Joseph of Arimathea was a victory celebration over my doubt.

One of my latest posts here on courage was the outpouring of a lot of emotion.

Often, when I cannot release what I am feeling in tears, I release it in words. The words I write become my tears and a release for the pain I hold inside. For this reason and others, when people ask me how I write, I often answer: “For the same reason I breathe: I have to.”


What is a book that has made you cry, or what book have you written that holds many of your tears?

As this has been a hard week, our house has been filled with some serious conversations. One of them got me to thinking a lot, mainly because it is something that God has been teaching me about this year: moral relativism. This sounds deep, no? What do I really mean by this phrase?

Most of us (if not all) are guilty of it in some form or fashion. When deciding weather or not to watch a movie we say: “Well, it is a lot better than most of the stuff out there.” Or when we pick up a book we think: “Maybe it isn’t the best, but it is better than that book over there.” We even base our standards on this relative moralism. We treat our siblings better than most of the world, we don’t date the really promiscuous people, we stay away from the worst habits.

While all of this looks good on the surface, we miss God’s greatest blessings. In essence, when our morals are relative, we are walking as close as we can to the edge of God’s plan, and are often surprised when we step outside. I know I am guilty of this, and have been many times. I have watched some movies and TV shows that were cleaner than most of the things my friends watch, but realized they were far outside what God has called me to. I have allowed my speech to my siblings to become harsh and sarcastic at times, while still patting myself on the back for being nicer to them than most of the world.

Jesus never taught moral relativism. He didn’t call us to be better than most of the world, he called us to live for him with an all-out passion. He invited us into a close relationship with himself and asked us to walk as closely to him as we could.

When we want to watch a movie, instead of asking is it okay to watch, what if we asked if it lined up with Philippians 4:8? What if, though we are treating people better than most, we lined it up with the principles found in the Sermon on the Mount? What if we stopped looking at being relatively better than those around us, and started passionately trying to follow our Heavenly Father?

It hurts, doesn’t it? I know right now I want to go and hide some of those movies I like (but aren’t great), defend my sarcastic and witty speech, and pat myself some more for how I generally treat people, but that would be more moral relativism. I know that if my morals are based on relative standards, I don’t truly have any morals at all, only an ever moving behavior target.

I don’t want relative moralism anymore. I want to follow Christ with a passion. I don’t want to pat myself on the back for being better than most, I want to ask God the areas I am failing in. I want to stop asking how far I can go, and instead ask how close I can stay, because I know the greatest blessings come not from living a relatively good life, but by living passionately sold out to God.

Courage is not what people think. There are a hundred cutesy little sayings about having courage, but they often fall short. Because courage is about more than facing a fear, it is not about sacrificing to gain. True acts of courage are those where something precious to you is laid down because your eyes are not on temporary comfort or the easy way, but on what is best.

My sister Rose was full of courage this week. She sacrificed a dream she holds dear, becoming a wife and mother. A guy was interested in her, but after some conversations, it became clear that he was not the right one for her. He was nice, and was a Christian, so it would have been so easy for her to justify keeping him. Instead, she had the courage to say that she would accept nothing less then what she was willing to give: her pure self and total commitment.

This was an act of true courage. She sacrificed a dream that she has no way of knowing if she will ever get it back. I can tell her there are other guys out there, that the right one will notice, but that doesn’t mean that it will happen. For all we know this could be sacrificing that dream forever.

As and older sister, I want to be able to rush in and fix everything. To make sure that each of my siblings have an easy time of it. I wish I could carry every pain for them. The hardest thing for me is realizing that I can’t do that. All I can do is pray and hold them tight as they cry.

Having the courage to do what is right, often means sacrifice. However, I firmly believe that the reward for those who have the courage to do so will be richly rewarded, not only in heaven, but also on earth. A life lived doing what is right, courageously, is one that reaps the natural and wonderful benefits of those actions.

What is the most courageous act you have witnessed?

A story just about Jace? One where I finally get to hear about his background? Yes please! *ahem* Yes, I was very eager to read this book when I was offered an advanced reader copy.

The first thing, have a box of tissues with you. This story was heart-wrenching. I knew it wasn’t going to be lighthearted, but I was not prepared for the emotional punch this story packed. Knight didn’t spare the readers of the hurt that made Jace into the person he was.

Knight’s writing gets stronger with each story and books she writes. The words painted a harsh world in which Jace lived and brought it to life. I could see everything in my mind so perfectly. Talent must be her middle name.

The message of the power of words and the power of acts of kindness were a part of the story, though I am not sure if the author even concisely thought about it. However, both were very powerful.

This powerful novella will answer many of the questions that readers have about Jace, as well as give them a deeper glimpse into his character. I highly recommend it for those who like the Ilyon Chronicles, want to understand Jace better, or like stories that tug on your emotions.

I received this book from the author in exchange for my honest review. I was under no obligation to write a positive review. The opinions in this review are entirely my own.

Has it really been almost a month since I posted on this blog? Wow! It is a testament to how busy my life is and how God reveals His new plans (new to us, not Him) quickly sometimes.

On Memorial weekend of this year, central Texas was hit heavily by the floods. While my family and I were fine, many in my home town did not fare so well. That is when an organization called Austin Disaster Relief Network moved in to help.

I went to a training class, and I knew that this was something God wanted me to take part in.

This is that training I went to. Someone snapped a picture while everyone was praying.

So I started volunteering along with my sisters.