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Whewwwww...it's been a busy 12 months! Since last summer, I've written over half a million words! Well, probably about 2 million, if you include Facebook posts 😉

A lot of those words were written under some of my other pen names, but I did manage to finish my "The End" Series and get books 1-3 of the follow-up series 'Reign of the Lion." I am *hoping* to get the last book  done by the end of November 2019.

Click HERE to see a day-in-the-life so maybe you'll understand why it takes so long to get a book done!

 

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Faith is knowing that God is truly real and that you can absolutely trust in His promises.

Christ our Savior sacrificed Himself for all sinners, taking their punishment for sin, then offering forgiveness before raising them to new life.

When you understand this, truly believing it, then the meaning of faith becomes clear to the hearer. Faith is the confidence that we are already saved...we just have to accept the gift of salvation that our Savior is begging us to take!

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Back before, when we were taught that we would get new bodies for the thousand-year reign of Christ, I thought that I'd get a new brain, too, a new personality. The old Allie was definitely a little too sarcastic and had a pretty immature sense of humor.

But no. I'm still me, still a bit sarcastic, still laugh at stupid things, still poke fun at everyone. No one escapes my teasing; not even the Father Himself. But guess what? He thinks I'm funny. Well, He might be humoring me.

He's so cool. The Father, I mean. He's so much…more…than I thought He would be. I always had this vision of the proverbial white-haired dude with matching long beard, floating about on clouds and shooting lightning bolts, zapping people when they got too out of line. I guess that vision was more along the lines of the false "god," Zeus. Silly me.

The true Father…well, He's the big guy in charge, obviously, though He's not just some overlord who controls everything with a tight fist. Well, yeah, He is, and He does. But He keeps control of everything because He truly loves us. I mean, like really, truly, loves us.

I never understood that concept back in my human body, in the old days. I was told He loved us, and I believed it somewhat, but I never really got the depth of that love. Not until I was face to face with Him, knowing that He was also the Son…the Son who chose to lower Himself to touch our filthy planet and walk among us disgusting, evil-minded, sin-filled humans, loving us and caring for us. Just so we could torture Him and spike Him to a wood pole.

And still He loves us, unconditionally. Wow.

If it were me, if the roles had been reversed, I would have been the one sitting on the cloud, zapping all the ungrateful humans. The earth would have been destroyed a lonnnnnggg time ago.

Now the earth is a pretty cool place. Well, inside the Father's camp, it is. Outside, not so much.

Honestly, I always thought the earth was amazing. I remember thinking how pretty it could be, like when I'd see a red and orange tinted sunset over the deep blue ocean with colors so vibrant it looked like a painting. Or when I'd find a new insect in the jungle I'd never seen before, one that was so amazing, it was obvious it had been created by Someone with a real artistic talent. And a sense of humor.

But now? Now, inside Abba's "camp"…it's incredible. I never get tired of staring in amazement at all the beauty. It's totally indescribable. It's like the color spectrum has been increased a hundred times over.

And even though the rest of the earth isn't so great, it's safe at least. Sort of. I mean, there's still sin. Not everyone here lives to please the Father. That's because not everyone who came out of the Tribulation was saved. There were thousands who hadn't accepted the Lord's salvation by then, but because they had refused to worship the beast, they were brought to the new life as a reward.

And considering we've all been remade with these new bodies that don't really age, but can still procreate…well, there're a lot of people here in the New Earth who aren't the Father's kids. Which means they still sin.

We were promised peace for a thousand years, though, so when sin happens, it gets punished. But the punishment is always fair and just and always fits the crime.

That's where I come in. I'm a Remnant, one of a handful who came out of the Tribulation "whole;" meaning, we had accepted the Lord's salvation and we survived in our old bodies, so when we were given the new bodies, ours are just a bit different.

Like, those who came through without accepting the Lord were basically just given new bodies that don't age. But those of us who already belonged to Him were given ageless bodies, with the addition of powers, for lack of a better word, that the others don't have.

For example, we can instantly "transport" from one place to another, like the Son did after His ascension when He appeared to the disciples in a locked room. We can will ourselves into the Father's presence uninvited. We know the unsaved's thoughts. We can "see" their sins, even before they've committed them.

And we wield swords that shoot lightning. Just lacking the long white beards, thankfully.

I have even more powers than the other Remnants. I'm the Mistress of the Remnants, the leader. Don't ask me why I was chosen for that. It definitely wasn't due to some amazing feats I managed to accomplish in the old days. Back then, I was just a tiny, scared chick from Belize City who spent all her days trying to find food and avoid the rape gangs.

For some reason He's never told me, the Father decided I was the best one to lead the Remnants. No clue why. Believe me, I've tried to figure it out. I've had nearly a thousand years to figure it out, but nope. I got nothing.

Those thousand years are almost up. I'm the only one to know this—other than the Father and Son, of course, and the angels. None of the others know. That's because time doesn't matter in the new age, so the others don't know if it's been a thousand years, or just a couple of decades.

Being aware of time is another of my powers. Not my favorite, for sure, but that's only because I know that his time is coming soon.

Satan is going to be released from the Pit.

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"The Releasing" Book 1 of the Reign of the Lion series

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