Photo courtesy of Photobucket At first glance, my readers may think I write historical fiction. Quite the opposite, actually. The Republic of Texas series is set in a slightly dystopic future, taking place at the end of this century. In the middle of this century, the United States suffered an economic disintegration, known throughout the world as The Collapse. Chaos and anarchy dominated the land for nearly a decade. During this time, entire families were wiped out, and it was a daily struggle to survive. It was during this time that the people had no choice but to revert to a more primitive way of life. No infrastructure meant the loss of every day necessities like power grids and a steady water supply. Smart survivors embraced the simplicity of previous centuries. Horse travel reappeared, and farming became a way of life. Barter systems replaced paper currency, and precious metals such as silver and gold reemerged in trade. ...
God asked me a question today: Am I the Captain of your ship? "Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take." Proverbs 3:6 We are all afloat in troubled waters. Our journeys differ, but the destination remains the same for us all: The Choice. At the end of our life, our quest upon the seas, we arrive at the port of eternity - with God, or without Him. Many have chosen His Way, and it is to you that I write today. You have made God your Lord, but have you allowed Him to captain your ship? The world's oceans run deep and dark, filled with immeasurable joy and fathomless pain. Without God at the helm to decide our headings, we float adrift. The wind grabs our sails and says, "Go this way." It's often too late that we realize the coaxing winds are tossing us into the hurricane. We desperately need a Captain to guide the way, to say No to the sinful winds and the storms of the self-righteous. The world tells us to set our ow...
Saturday, May 22, 2094 Before dawn Somewhere in the Bayous of Louisiana District Patient: Lillianna Fontaine, age 21. G1, P0 (well, P1 now), 38W 4D gestation. Delivered a healthy baby girl at 03:32. No complications, despite being a little early. She weighed approximately seven pounds. Approximate, because my hanging scale is probably near New Orleans right now on the Adeline , instead of being used in a mosquito-infested swamp in the middle of nowhere Louisiana. Lillianna promptly named the squalling baby Sunshine Jane. Ironic, because for the last day and a half, we had not seen the sun; only the heavy, steel sky and its sheets of rain. An hour after the rain ceased, one of the wagon's wheels bogged down in the soup. Coincidentally, Lillianna's labor began in earnest around the same time. Both events halted the five-wagon train for the day, and I expect it will be another day before we are able to travel once more. Cody Fontaine, Lillianna's husband, claimed we ...
Comments
Post a Comment