Screech, screech, screech. The tornado siren intruded on Sarah’s solitude. Sarah knew she should get up and take shelter. Only she was in the middle of a book and didn’t want to stop. Just a few more pages, she told herself. There’s plenty of time. But her book kept getting more and more interesting. So…
I’m a sinner saved by grace through Jesus Christ. I’m also a writer—I’ve been writing ever since I could hold a pen. I…