Highlights from A Kiss to Build a SCENE On

What a MONTH!!

From Feb 1st with Deb Raney to March 2 with MaryLu Tyndall, there’s bit a whole lot a smoochin’ goin’ on.

Deb’s entry gave quite a few good tips on writing a great kissing scene


or Denise Hunter’s list


Other great posts were from authors with a laugh in their writing voices like Cathy Marie Hake, Siri Mitchell, Deeanne Gist, Kaye Dacus,, and Mary Connealy


Drama queens that hike up the romantic tension like Julie Lessman, Denise Hunter,  Deb Raney, MaryLu Tyndall, Liz Curtis Higgs, Ruth Axtell Morren, Robin Lee Hatcher, and Jamie Carie


sweet, sweep-you-off-your feet romances from Missy Tippens, Janet Dean, Myra Johnson


Newbies like Melanie Dickerson, Erica Vetsche, and Audra Harders

It’s been such a great month. Now, for the TOP TWO ELEMENTS that make a Kiss to Build a SCENE On?


Romantic tension

No surprise there.

Top Bible book to read for great romantic ideas – Song of Solomon (whew, heated kisses too)

Two most commented kissing quote –

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.
Albert Einstein

“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” – Rhett Butler

One lucky commenter today will win a book bundle – Karen Kingsbury, Janet Dean, and Deb Raney. So make sure you leave your email address.

Okay, so I’ll leave you with one last scene from my historical WWI The Thornbearer. It’s a BRAND NEW scene, just finished writing it, so it may come out a bit rough – but I hope you enjoy.

Setup – Sam had heard that Ashleigh was on the point of death, and the last time he’d spoken to her, he’d told her he’d never forgive her for deceiving him.  But the trenches of WWI and the realization of his own feelings changes his choice . Now he sees her for the first time after months of hurt and anger, after fearing he’d lost her, and he’s thrilled.


He had to touch her, hold her, make sure she wasn’t some ghost to torment his heart. His feet glided across the dewy morning ground, until he seized her immobile form and breathed a sigh against her neck. She was alive. Alive and right here in his arms.

He kissed her anywhere his mouth touched – her violet scented hair, the soft curls at her temples, her cheeks, salty with the taste of her tears. He was hungry, no starving for  her. Like a man in the desert who’d almost forgotten the taste of water until one drink reminds him of its’ coolness and then… one sip isn’t enough. No one else could satisfy him. Her skin beneath his lips, her body against  his, soothed the ache he’d built up at the thought of losing her, and ignited a swelling fire. Ashleigh. His Ashleigh.

He couldn’t get enough of her. One hand dug through her hair, cupping the back of her head, while the other tugged her deeper into his embrace. He drank in her scent and left a trail of kisses across her jawline to her ear, warming when her voice broke through the silence with a gentle moan.

Her fingers touched him, cool and trembling against his cheeks and her lips opened for his- apparently as thirsty. She moved closer, deepening the kiss. This was home. Right here with her. Why had God been so good to him? He’d almost lost her? Almost allowed his foolish pride, his unforgiveness, to deprive him of this? Of her.

He kissed her until her sobs melted into raspy breaths that matched his, until her hands became entangled in his curls and her smile spread against his lips. He kissed her until he couldn’t get any closer and still be respectable.

There you have it. Many blessings on your writing – and I hope you also get plenty of real-life experience with those smooches.

In the middle of March, I’ll begin a new series entitled: I NEED A HERO

Stop by to discuss what makes a great hero and learn what some of your favorite authors top picks are.

An Extremely Hesitant Kiss to Build a SCENE On

Okay, this isn’t easy.

Over the past two months I’ve received writing feedback from two contests and three authors. Good advice, but another heavy reminder that I have a LOOONG way to go in my writing world. Sigh.

Dear me, it can be potent and painful. A much needed lesson – and most of those types of lessons are painful 🙂

So, since I hope to hear from one more author before the week is out, I thought I’d share two kissing scenes from my wips.

This particular scene is a young woman experiencing her first kiss. A secret Protestant during King Henry VIII reign, Julia tries to smuggle scripture from the Tyndal Bibles within her artwork.  When she is kidnapped by her father’s enemies, her faith transforms the entire family and awakens her heart, not only to romantic love, but to the joy of being part of a family.

So anyway….

Here is my excerpt from The Tyndal Fire

           “You saved my life.” His gaze roamed her face, his eyes tender, inviting her closer. “You risked yours to save mine.”

        “Well, one good deed deserves another, don’t you think?” Her voice sounded strange to her ears. Breathless. What did he do to her?

         “It was my duty to protect you. I am your guardian while you are here.”

           She stiffened. ‘Guardian’ was the last word she would use to define him, so she challenged his words with a lift of her chin. “Duty? It was my honor to rescue you, for you are…” Her tongue faltered on the confession. What was she doing? Her father’s enemy?

            Her eyes drifted closed, away from the distraction his  gaze had on her mental clarity. He was her captor. The very man who’d kidnapped her weeks ago. How could she possibly wish…

             His fingers slid down her cheek, soft and warm, a caress like none she’d ever felt before – and certainly not one of a guardian. She could barely draw in a breath as the warmth from his touch traveled over her  face. He was so near, his breath fanned over her chin.

             She lifted her eyes to his and -yet again -he was her captor, except in a different way from before. His fingers stopped on her chin and held her still, but she couldn’t have moved should she have wanted to. His transformation was fascinating. Gone was the fearsome, furious warrior, the angry fighter, and in his place came a gentle lover, touching her as if she was a rare treasure. No one had ever looked at her with such love. She wanted to bask in it until it warmed all the barren places in her heart and shadowed all other feeling. And it did.

               Her body came alive to his touch, cascades of warmth radiated  from his fingertips through the center of her body. The amber glint of firelight inside his dark eyes emulated the fire growing in the depths of her soul. Hotter. Brighter. Nearly suffocating her. Would she be consumed by it? 

            “I’d like to kiss you, Julia.”

            Her gaze locked on his mouth. A kiss? From him? She tried to reply, but her words stuck like cotton in the roof of her mouth.  She was stepping onto a ledge, willingly diving into a place from which she could never return.

       There was no preparation for this need to be near him, this internal warmth radiating through her as if her very skin was alight with a rosy hue. His face drew so close her vision blurred. She couldn’t move. Could barely think.

His lips felt soft and feather-light and yet, their touch  quaked through her until she was  consumed and shaking. This was a kiss? How did anyone survive more than one? Her entire soul was aflame.

Geoffrey drew back, his fingers sliding down her neck to her collar bone. He stared at her lips for so long, she felt kissed all over again. “Julia.”

Her hand tightened around his arm of its own accord, her throat working to make sounds into words. “Would you…”

He arched an ebony brow, his gaze darkening.

She swallowed and steadied her voice. “I could do better with a second try.”

A rare glimpse of his full smile rewarded her, followed by his lips.

A Kiss to Build a SCENE On with MaryLu Tyndall

The bases are loaded. Tie game. Up comes a batter with a history of making history J The smell of sweat and leather mingles with popcorn and fresh hotdogs.

First pitch…he swings, he strikes. There is a gasp of wonder, maybe fear. Second pitch… the ball comes down the center of the plate. His bat grazes the swirling torpedo sending it riveting upwards, spiraling through the air and up…up….into a FOUL.

A hush falls over the spectators. The pitcher tosses the ball into his mit with a smack, sends a nod to the catcher, looks to his left, and throws.

The ball zooms forward, barely a flash of white for the naked eye, and in one swift, effortless motion, the batter makes contact. The crash of wood and a hard white rubber knot echoes throughout the stadium. It’s up, it’s going….going…going…

Experiencing the moment and waiting for the home run is what a great kiss is all about. The thrill, the excitement, the utter illusion of stepping through the pages of a story and being kissed, really kissed like that. Swept away into the characters’ worlds of danger and romance.

MaryLu Tyndall is great at building up a bit of danger and romance, mixed with swashbuckling thrills, bountiful adventure, and a treasure far beyond gold. To learn more about her books visit www.mltyndall.com

So MaryLu what makes a good kissing scene? Danger? The unexpected? Chocolate? 😉 

1.       What makes a good kissing scene? Anticipation. The hero and heroine are alone. Something dramatic has just happened between them. Perhaps the hero has saved the heroine from some villain or protected her from something or helped her in some way. Internal dialogue in one or both of their heads clues the reader that they are thinking about kissing. Wondering what it would feel like. Longing for a kiss. Hero and heroine’s eyes keep wandering to each other’s lips. Someone may interrupt them for a moment You see? It’s all about anticipation. But the best kissing scenes happen when an author has really built up the love developing between the couple to the point that you can feel the strength of their feelings.  The kiss itself doesn’t have to be long, but it should be gentle and an expression of the couple’s love. Also, it’s important to describe the effect the kiss has on one or both of them.

Kent took a step toward her, and her breath quickened. The smell of spice and leather wafted around her, setting her senses aflame. “If you please, Captain. ’Tis been a trying day, and I fear I’m not feeling well.”

Reaching up, he brushed a tendril of her hair away from her face. His lips curved in a gentle smile. “Then I will leave you to your rest.”

The room swirled around Isabel, and she felt her legs give way beneath her.

Catching her by the waist, Kent led her to the bed and eased her down onto the quilt. “May I get you something? Water, perhaps?”

Raising a hand to her neck, Isabel shook her head. What was wrong with her? Nausea and elation clamored together in her stomach, creating havoc with her senses. The heat from Kent’s body steamed over her. “Nay, I am quite all right. Thank you, Captain.” She gazed into his eyes, just inches from hers, and her breath caught in her throat. His sultry gaze lowered to her mouth. 

He leaned toward her and hesitated. His warm, rum-laced breath wafted over her. Isabel’s heart flopped in her chest. He leaned nearer. Isabel closed her eyes, unable to move. His lips touched hers. The room exploded in burst of heat as his kiss, gentle at first, grew hungrier, searching, exploring—like a parched lion drinking from a newfound spring. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed her against him, and for a moment, Isabel melted into him, unable to resist.

Withdrawing his lips, he hovered near her face and tilted his forehead against hers. Their heavy breaths intermingled in the air between them.

 Woohoo, talk about being swept away! Move over Captain Jack! Thanks for sharing, MaryLu, and for inviting us into your world of dashing pirates, daring women, and dangerous worlds.

 Kissing Quote for the Day:

You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss….Daniel Heinsius.

Inspirational Quote for the Day:

What type of love do we long for the most? Only the perfect kind – and the only perfect kind is from God. The anticipation for His beautiful love is overwhelming.

Isaiah 63:7

“I’ll make a list of God’s gracious dealings, all the things God has done that need praising, All the generous bounties of God, his great goodness to the family of Israel— Compassion lavished, love extravagant. He said, “Without question these are my people, children who would never betray me.” So he became their Savior. In all their troubles, he was troubled, too. He didn’t send someone else to help them. He did it himself, in person. Out of his own love and pity he redeemed them.”

A Kiss to Build a SCENE On Lineup

Has anyone had too much kissing yet? I mean really? Is there such a thing as too much. Well, all five of my kids would give a resonding ‘AMEN” to that, but, hey, seriously. A kiss is like chocolate. Great chocolate. One taste is NEVER enough.

Unlike chocolate, though, you get the benefit of the sweetness withou the added inches to your hips. So, kisses win.

To keep up the romantic ambience for my last week of kissing scenes, I have a list of two (possible three) more guests. The mystery guest has told me she’ll answer the questions, but hasn’t sent them to me yet.  So…

You’ll just have to wait and find out what Wednesday holds 🙂 I will say it might have to do with Redeeming Love and Scarlet Threads and such. Hopefully – if not by Wednesday, by Friday.

For Monday, we have historical romance author Cathy Marie Hake. FANTASTIC author and wonderful lady.

Tuesday is swashbuckling genuis MaryLu Tyndal.

The rest of the week…well, there will STILL be kisses, but you’ll have to drop by to discover what kinds. I might even write up a few – which will in no way be as brilliant as my guests this month, but hey…we’re talking about kissing here. 🙂

Stop by next week for loads more fun.

A Kiss to Build a SCENE On with Laura Frantz

Kisses are a result of cause-and-effect. No one kisses in a vaccum…LOL…weird visual image there, and will probably be a part of a sci-fi movie someday 🙂

Anyway, there is always a motivation behind the kiss. Just as a good novel flows from a character’s motivation, kissing is the result of someone’s inner desire. So, what are some motivations behind a kiss?

Well, we’d hope the most important one would be love, but that’s not the only one. (I like to think an example of this one is from Gaskell’s North & South.

Attraction (The Holiday)

Desperation (Last of the Mohicans)

Desire to comfort



Gratitude – and I mean this in a way like, “Oh, I’m so thankful for you.” Or “I’m so glad you’re back.”

Sometimes anger mixed with lava-hot passion (Julie Lessman is good at these)- Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler…yep

Whatever the motivator, a kiss is the result of an overwhelming ‘need’ to make a physical connection, touch. It can be a gradual shift, like a friendship blooming to romance (Think Anne of Green Gables) or it can be a fast-paced desire (maybe like How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days-ish). Either way, there is a force that pulls one person’s lips to the other person, with a force to rival magnetic energy. So… what are some reasons you might list as motivators for a kiss?

Well, Laura Frantz is here to give us a kissing scene that seems to be born out of several different things. Attraction, longing, maybe a bit of curiosity. It’s absolutely lovely and a great intro to Laura’s writing. If you want to find out more visit her website at www.laurafrantz.com

Also some lucky lady or gent will win a copy of Laura’s new book Courting Morrow Little. Just leave a post with your email address and a name will be drawn from the list. To read a short review of Laura’s lovely book The Frontiersman’s Daughter follow this link: https://pepperbasham.wordpress.com/2009/08/29/the-frontiersmans-daughter-by-laura-frantz/

Now, Laura, what do you think makes a good kissing scene?

1.Hmmm…what makes a good kissing scene? Good question! First, every meeting that leads up to that first kiss should simply sizzle with romantic tension. There must be *sparks* long before that first embrace. You need to hear the reader cheering in the background for the hero and heroine to come together. Then, pour on all the sensory details you can – scent, taste, touch, sight, etc. Contrast their differences. My upcoming hero is a distillation of leather and the outdoors and my heroine of lavender water. He’s tall and hard as granite beneath her hands, she’s small and has the feel of silk. Little details like these bring the scene to life. The reader should experience that kiss right along with the fictional couple.

2. Excerpt from The Frontiersman’s Daughter

She heard the waterfalls before she felt their mist. Catching hands, they tumbled together over a gentle falls, coming to rest beneath a rock overhang out of the way of the rushing water. She looked around in wonderment, the thunderous spray hemming them in on all sides, making speech impossible. But truly, words were unnecessary.

            Gently, he framed her face with his hands. Her lips parted as she looked up at him, expectant, drinking in every line and shadow of his striking face. She was trembling now, not from the chill of the water but from his nearness. The sweet ache he created inside her drew her against him, and she flung her arms around his neck.

            He began covering her with kisses, on her open mouth, her neck, her hair. She kissed him back, stunned by her need of him, her hands tangled in his wet hair. Gone were the careful kisses of her girlhood, given her by Simon. This was a wild, possessive declaration of a passion too long denied, sparked years before when he called her out of her cabin, then lay banked and smoldering while at Briar Hill, only to blaze up here and now.

            His raw strength took her breath away as he held her, but it was his restraint that won her heart. He drew back slowly and removed a silver bracelet from his arm and put it around her own, then took her hand and led her over rocks and rushing water back to the bank.

            Silently, they walked hand in hand back to the great slab or rock that held his weapons and moccasins, and he helped her with her discarded dress. She was shivering now in her sodden shift, and the dry dress had to be tugged into place over it. But before she could tie her bodice strings, she was in his arms again, touching him and trading his kisses and being touched and tasted in return.

 Well, I must say you definitely have the ‘spark’s’ flying on this scene, Laura. Sizzling, in fact. I can just imagine the steam coming off of those bodies in that waterfall. Gracious! This scene is one of those ‘surprises’ in a book. It snuck up on me, just like an unexpected kiss J Thanks for being a part of this, Laura. May God continue to bless your writing.

 Kissing Quote for the Day:

 “May I print a kiss on your lips?” I said,
And she nodded her full permission:
So we went to press and I rather guess
We printed a full edition.
~Joseph Lilientha

Inspirational Quote for the Day:

 “Deep calls to deep
       in the roar of your waterfalls;
       all your waves and breakers
       have swept over me.

 8 By day the LORD directs his love,
       at night his song is with me—
       a prayer to the God of my life.

Psalm 42:7-8

No love is greater than God’s. In this Psalm of David, he is crying out “Where is God?” Throughout the psalm David keeps reminding himself that God is with him. God loves him. His faith is more than an emotional response, it is a choice. So is love. Many times as writers, we fill our scenes with the emotions involved in ‘romance’, and that’s fine, but in the end real love comes down to a choice. And love of Biblical proportions came down to Jesus on a cross…by choice. “Not my will but yours be done”, he’d prayed to his father God. In the end the choice to love, love with his life, came with a resounding YES.

And so, we are called to love. To choose to love.

 DON’T Give Up NOW- Next week Cathy Marie Hake and MaryLu Tyndal will end our kissing Fest, followed by three days of ‘kissing through the ages’. The Kissing Fest officially ends next Friday, but don’t lose that pucker. Practice makes nearly-perfect, so keep up the writing, and as you know, writing from experience is good too 🙂

A Kiss to Build a SCENE On with Tina Pinson

Nonverbal communication. We all use it, even without a touch. A look, a twitch of the lips, a tilt of a smile or frown; a long steady breath released into a sigh or a gasp; fingers to the throat, wetting lips with a slow…or fast wisp of the tongue.

It’s that little bit of info when you’re on the phone with someone who says, “I’m fine.”, but you can tell by the tone of their voice that they’re not. Their melody of speech can give it away, fast, slow, halted.

Why would you ask someone if they just woke up? Because something in the tenor of their voice gives you a hint…without them actually saying so.

Sometimes the most profound things ever communicated are done without words. A kiss, and all the lovely things associated with the romance surrounding a kiss, is a prime example. To demonstrate this truth, welcome Tina Pinson. You can find out more about Tina’s books at www.tinapinson.com.. Now, I’ll turn it over to Tina 🙂

The Look of Love

The look of Love is in your eyes, the look your heart can’t disguise

The look of Love is saying so much more than words can ever say

And what my heart has heard, well it takes my breath away…

Songwriters: Burt Bacharach & Hal David

Pepper asked the question — What do you think makes a good kissing scene

After much consideration, I would have to say it’s the dance that takes place before the kiss. It’s the age old song that lovers dance to.

Interestingly enough this song cannot be heard. Its rhythm is carried in the coursing of the blood, its movement and clarity is louder than the most beautiful concerto played by a full symphony.

Strange, but sometimes you don’t even need the lips to touch to know someone has been kissed.

What you say, that can’t be.

Au Contrare.

Imagine…He’s standing across the room; his gaze sweeps the crowd and finds her. She shivers and looks up to find him watching. She tries to look away, but she’s held by invisible cords. There is smoldering warmth in his eyes, he touches her lips and caresses the tender skin along her cheek, neck and shoulder all without saying a word, all without a single touch. Her skin heats under his perusal and flushes rose. His brows arch, a soft grin plays on his lips when he nods his head. She puts her hand to her cheek to cool herself. Her eyes fill with an unspoken desire, her lips part in a soft sigh. She takes a deep breath and runs her tongue against her lips.

Those simple movements embolden him to continue the dance they’ve begun.

He moves closer.

Well… I think you get the gist of what I’m saying.

Think of movies like Pride and Prejudice w/ Kiera Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen

 They didn’t kiss till the end of the movie, and even then it was chaste little kisses to the forehead and cheeks before he moved in on her lips

Still you probably sighed. I know I did. Why? Because you watched the dance throughout the movie. You saw the way he scorched her lips with his just by the look in his eyes. You felt him caress her skin without putting a hand on her.                                                          

You knew he wanted her, loved her. And you probably wanted to be her.

That is the dance before the kiss. And if choreography is right, you don’t have to see their lips touch to know that they’ve shared their souls.

With that in mind, here’s my Kissing Scene. Let’s hope this choreographer got the dance steps right.

This is a scene from When Shadows Fall. Matthew and Rebekah are on their way to Oregon. It’s her birthday and he wants her to be his wife in more than name.

He’s given her a couple of gifts and is down to the last two. The most important.

… She held her chin up waiting for a kiss, it never came. His arms dropped from around her and he rose to stand, leaving her alone on the cot. Her gaze followed him, filled with disappointment. Matthew suppressed a smile as he bent to blow out the lantern, the moon high there was no need for the light.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed, blinking to adjust to the change in light.

Matthew took her hand into his own. “Mrs. Cavanaugh, you look lovely in the moonlight,” he whispered. “Are you ready for your second gift?”

“Yes.” She tilted her chin upward, her shoulder hitched.

“Will you dance with me?”

“I guess,” she said after some hesitation. Aided by his hand, she rose slowly and found herself in his arms. “I’m an awful dancer,” she declared.

“Who knows that better than me? I danced with you when you were twelve?” He laughed at the memory of the party where she’d stepped on his feet.

She laughed with him. “Yet you still want to put yourself through the torture?”

“Anything for you, Darling,” he whispered his lips against her hair. “Besides, you weren’t wearing your green dress and I think it’s time we make that dream come true too.”

“Oh, Matthew.” She laid her head on his shoulder. “I hate to tell you this. But there is no fancy ballroom and there is no music.” She pushed a box with her foot. “There’s barely room to move.”

“Why, Mrs. Cavanaugh,” he scolded playfully. “Who says this isn’t a ballroom? I can=t see enough to say it’s not. Can’t you hear the music?”


“I can hear it, Becca.” The mischief was gone from his voice, replaced by a soft caress. “I hear it every time I=m with you.” He stepped back and taking her hand gently, raised it to his lips. He kissed it softly before he laid it, palm down, over his heart. Then he drew her close until the space disappeared between them. “Dance with me and let me show you the music.”


Words were lost as he twirled her around the back of the wagon. Her hand on his heart, her head on his shoulder, she danced with the man of her dreams. Each time she closed her eyes she could almost see the opulent ballroom that surrounded them. Until, even when she opened them, it was there.

She could see the chandeliers, and the ornate chairs lining the room. Light emanated from the fireplace, the glow and warmth of it circled the room, illuminating the darkness.

How long they danced, she didn’t know. But somewhere in the veil of dreams she too heard the soft sweet tones of music. Rich and deep, they kept time with the beating of the heart beneath her hand.

They danced on. Rebekah hoped the song would never end. She opened her eyes when Matthew, arms never leaving her body, moved to stand behind her.

“Are you ready for your third gift?” He leaned over and whispered in her ear. His breath touched her skin, sending a tingle up her down her neck. She shivered at the closeness of his lips.

“There’s more?” she whispered in astonishment. She took a deep breath to slow the racing of heart and started to turn. He held her.

“I hope this will be the most wonderful gift of all.” He ran his chin along the side of her neck warming her blood.

Rebekah shivered as a million tiny fingers danced on her skin. She looked around the wagon. “I don’t see anything else.”

“You will, my love.” His lips lingered on the skin at the back of her neck. “First there’s something precious I have to unwrap. And it has to be done very carefully.”

Thinking she missed something, Rebekah looked around the wagon once more. She shook her head. “Matthew, I don’t see….”She started to turn again. This time he helped her. Moving her till she faced him. “Just what is it you have to unwrap?”she asked, gazing into his eyes.

The arms that encircled her tightened their embrace. Bending until his lips were so close to hers they seemed to breathe together, he whispered her answer. Those tiny fingers doubled in strength and number as they ran wildly over her body in a gentle caress when he said. “You.”

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt.  Thanks for letting me share my kiss scene.

Look for Tina Pinson’s books In the Manor of the Ghost June 2010 and Touched by Mercy December 2010 through Desert Breeze Publishing.

Wow Tina, gotta love a guy who doesn’t go for instant gratification, but expresses the treasure of this moment more than just the act.  BEAUTIFUL. He’s already a favorite hero for me and your book isn’t out until July! I guess I’ll have to release my desire for instant gratification and learn from Matthew’s example. And what a good reminder, Tina, that love is so much more than the kiss, it’s a blending of emotions, hopefully spirits, and unadulterated pleasure in that person, plus much more than words can ever express.

Thanks so much for sharing.

Kissing Quote for the Day:

With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world.

–    Alfred de Musset

Inspirational Quote for the Day:

5-6 God’s love is meteoric,
      his loyalty astronomic,
   His purpose titanic,
      his verdicts oceanic.
   Yet in his largeness
      nothing gets lost;
   Not a man, not a mouse,
      slips through the cracks.

 7-9 How exquisite your love, O God!
      How eager we are to run under your wings,
   To eat our fill at the banquet you spread
      as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water.
   You’re a fountain of cascading light,
      and you open our eyes to light. “Psalm 36:5-8