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Dear Reader,

Ahead of a short break from blogging, I have posted a backlog of content, including the rest of Beth's Story. Now you can read them all at your leisure. :)

I felt my own heart stir as I wrote Beth's Story. Even though it is a piece of fiction, I was reminded of God's great love for people and how He cares deeply about our pain. Also, I remembered, that God is truly able to work the most incredible miracles which we, in our unbelief, deem impossible.

The Salvation Stories series comes from God's heart. It is His desire that all people be saved. I can say this with confidence. Even though the stories are short, the characters came alive and felt like real, searching, feeling, and hurting individuals. Please share these stories with people you know who may be blessed by them.

I enjoy my calling as a wife and homemaker, and have certainly been kept busy these past years with the addition of the youngest girls to our family. I find time to write in between everything else, and enjoy bringing words to life and making up new worlds too.

I currently have several submissions out there, including a devotional piece, a poem, The Mocha Mermaid, and The Gift Of The Lightlings. I thank God that He is able to help me to get them published.

I wont be disappearing, but will post regular updates about new stories and poems, as well as any publishing news.

I would like to thank each special reader for visiting pencil in His Hand.

May we all continue to allow God to work through and in us. And may He always direct our words and writing.


Until next time,


Love and prayers,


Alison.

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