I just finished the first book in "The Kingdom and the Crown" series by Gerald N. Lund yesterday (Easter). It is called "Fishers of Men" and it was amazing!
I'm almost done with writing out my first draft of the book that I am currently working on (finally!). I may be a little in the foggy, hopeful twilight zone (considering that it is just the first rough draft that I am almost done with...) but let's just say that I am hopeful...☺️ This is a new approach with a fairy tale that I haven't done yet, considering that I have changed the names of some of the characters (what's new? lol I always do that, I believe characters develop into their names...and that part, I believe that I have never been good at (you're always your worst critic)), gender of some of the characters, and even complete storyline (it takes a really long time to write a story), but I am confident that I am almost done, at least with the rough draft part...lol. Who knows when I'll be finished with the whole thing! (But I am confident...) (I'm also thinking of writing/publishing this under a pen name based off of a dream that I recently had. 😴) ...
Under the soft glow of Parisian streetlights, Briar sat at a corner table in Café Merci, the quaint café she had visited so many times since moving to the city. The buzzing hum of chatter and the clinking of coffee cups around her felt comforting, but tonight, the usual peace felt like a distant memory. It had been exactly three weeks since she last saw him—Theo. They had met in this same café, both seeking a possible refuge from the rain. Their comfortable shared smile that day had been the beginning of something neither of them had expected. They spent seemingly endless hours talking about everything and nothing, their connection instant and effortless. But after that evening, he had vanished. No message and no explanation. Just the stone-cold silence. Briar stirred her coffee absentmindedly, lost in thought. Her gaze wandered toward the door absentmindedly, almost expecting him to walk righy through it. But the bell above the door remained frozen, and the world continued...
I know that President Russell M. Nelson was indeed a prophet of God, and I am grateful that God truly spoke to him. President Nelson’s love for us was but one manifestation of God’s love. I loved President Nelson. The promises he pronounced were of God. President Nelson taught me that the most important thing today is to choose Christ by cherishing and honoring covenants (with diligence!). I am so grateful for the prophet, Russell M. Nelson, and his service to the church. I bear my testimony that there was a man called by God to guide and strengthen us in the last days. If we follow and be true to his counsel, all will be well! I am so thankful for all of his inspiring and uplifting teachings. I have deeply pondered the teachings of this beloved prophet, Russell M. Nelson. His teachings have inspired my life, it is fair to say. His prophetic words have motivated me to keep going forward and to live and live the gospel more fully in this chaotic and conflicted ...
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