My first story, The Boy Who Talks to God, was an attempt to portray the all-satisfying goodness and love of God which He freely gives to His children through Jesus Christ. If there is one thing I've learned in my life, it's that Jesus alone is enough for us. He is the end and fulfillment of every desire and longing, and it is only through Him that we have real joy on this earth. The Boy Who Talks to God is a true love story, and I believe part of the reason He caused these things to happen in my life was so that I could share them with the world, that others too might see His greatness and fall at His feet in worship.

I've started posting the sequel, Where Cross and Crescent Meet. It is still primarily a romance, but will have a bit of a different feel to it since most of the story takes place in Sharghistan - not a real country, just a pseudonym for where I actually live. The information in this story is very sensitive; I've tried to mask most of the identifying factors, and I hope that in doing so (particularly in using fake names for all the people and places) it will not detract from the realness of the events. There are even a couple incidents a skeptic might claim to be impossible - and if I talked right now about the incredible, logic-defying things God is doing right now all across the world, it would probably shock most of you - but I need nothing more to testify to this story's authenticity than my own personal experience. Really, I hope you stick with it, because I'm so excited to share with you what God has done in my life since The Boy Who Talks to God.

"I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." ~Jesus (John 10:10)