This book is the first in a series and a must read if you enjoy adventure and the thrill of seeing God’s power at work.

It is a spiritual warfare novel packed full of fun and adventure. The Blade boys get up to some amazing antics and see some awesome things.

I love the way the character's come to life. They seemingly leap off the pages.

David Blade, the main character, follows God's calling even though he knows it leads right into danger and the gravest test of his life.

Talk about keeping me on the edge of my seat. My heart was in my throat.

I wanted to keep the main character at home safe and sound, but he insisted on following the Lord no matter what, even if it meant death or worse.

D.A. Meigs sure knows how to tell a story and I could see the grace of God all the way through his book. What a way to show people the benefits of following the Lord and the possible consequences if they don’t.

Awesome!

Mr. Meigs began writing the books when he learned that he had a terminal illness. As a leaving gift to his family, he set about writing a book for each of his children.

In “Curse of The Nephilim,” the main character is named after his oldest son, David and so it works on through for each of his children with each new book.

At present, the book is off the market as Mr. Meigs is updating it.

Soon it will be available again and will even have a brand new cover. I am looking forward to getting a copy of the new version once it is in print. When it comes out, I will be sure to announce it's arrival.

Now, here is something awesome.

Mr. Meigs gave Pa Blade the same terminal illness that threatened his own life. He had planned to have Pa die, but felt the Lord say that Pa was to be healed ninety percent after a seven-year curse was broken. So, Mr. Meigs wrote it in as he felt led.

Then God did an amazing thing. He healed Mr. Meigs ninety percent after seven years, just as had been written for Pa Blade. Mr Meigs is our curm of Curmudgeon's Rant.

God is awesome and His mercies never end. All praise be to Him Who sits on the throne and unto the Lamb. Glory to God.

Isn’t it amazing how much pleasure the giving of a gift can bring?

The excitement of seeing another’s curiosity and the delicious agony
of waiting until it's time to give can bring such joy. It is such a
blessing to give a gift and to have it gladly recieved.

Imagine the excitement and joy of our Father in heaven when we
finally realize and accept the gift He has given. He gave us the
greatest gift of all. He delighted to give us His Son.

Oh, what a sacrifice our Father made. Such a dear and costly gift,
yet it is free to all.

In humble obedience and love, Jesus came to us willingly. He left the
splendors of heaven and came as a helpless babe. Our Lord dwelt
amongst sinners. He came to set us free and to show us the way to
the Father.

Have you realized the gift God has given? Have you dared to reach
out and receive?

Jesus is the door to heaven and to the Father’s heart. His gift is not
one we should hide or keep for ourselves. We must share it around.

Freely we have received, freely we also must give.

Summer rains trickle

from a light gray sky

the coolness it brings

sets my heart to fly.


Birds sing such sweetness

in the overcast morn

and I praise my Creator

for the day I was born.


Stirred by a soft breeze

rain slips from the trees

falling to ground

with scarcely a sound.


Surrounded by ocean

and coastlines of sand

I dwell here on earth

in a heavenly land.


This is New Zealand

the land that I love

given in glory

from my Father above


He is the one

Who created it all

He chose me to live here

before I was formed.


If you come visit

remember one thing

we all should sing praises

to Jesus the King.

Do you believe that God desires to heal? I do, with all my heart I

believe in the everlasting wonder of God’s amazing grace.

Why do I believe?

Because God has healed me a few times and because the Bible says

that when Jesus went to the cross, He took the stripes upon His

back for our healing. He did that for us. Isn’t He amazing?


It is written in the Bible...

Isaiah33:5 But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was

bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was

upon Him, And by His stripes, we are healed.

Proverbs 4:20-22. My son, give attention to my words; incline

your ear to my sayings. Do not let them depart from your eyes;

Keep them in the midst of your heart; For they are life to those

who find them, And health to all their flesh.

Praise God. There is no shadow of turning in Him. He is the same

yesterday, today and tomorrow.

At my friend’s blog, The Curmudgeon's Rant Curm has posted an

interview he had with William G. Jones (WG) about the podcast

that he recently started to help Christian writers. I thought it was

interesting and wanted to share it with you.

If you go there, please say hi to curm and let him know that I sent

you. Thank you.

The Lord is my rock and my salvation

in Him I put my trust

there is no other beside Him,

all others are but dust.


He is my fortress and my shield,

my comforter and master

He is all I ever need.


Great is the day He found me

great is His love and care.

He knew me before He formed me

He saw some beauty there.


In my darkness He drew near me

and showed He really cared

He is my Rock and my salvation

my strength and my song


He is my Rock and my salvation

I shall praise Him all the day long.

Well, my friends,

It’s been awhile since I last posted a blog, sorry about that. Nano

kept me rather busy and tired. I am still trying to catch up on

sleep. To everyone who cheered me on through nano, thank you.

Your encouragement was such a blessing.


I didn’t make it to the 50,000, but I do have 24,595 words which,

with a bit of tweaking and the gathering of ideas, have the makings

for a novel. If a dear friend hadn’t pushed me into the fray, the idea

may never have seen the light of day. Nor would I have learned as

much about myself as I did.

Thank you my friend. You know who you are.


Oh, if you're wondering about the cat photo, it is of my Grandma's

old Max. I posted his photo here because it says a little about how

I felt during nano.