Sarah Ankney

One afternoon during a quiet time with the Lord, my eye was drawn to a small angel on the bookshelf. On the angel's skirt was one word: joy. While contemplating on the word, a verse immediately came to mind: "Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning." Suddenly, the outline for the book came so quickly that I could not write it down fast enough. Even though I wrote this novel prayerfully with the Bible and concordance by my...