This second week of Camp has been busy. Not just with writing. Life, of course, as always. But life is doing alright- God is answering prayers. He’s getting us through. Those little moments I have, when everything just crashes on me out of the blue… those are the moments I know Satan is desperate to try to make me weak, make me lose faith. Doubt, fear, despair- those are spirits that God didn’t give me. When I feel myself starting to suffocate in them- I remember that Yahweh is in full control. There is always hope.
That’s one of the themes in my book, Jump. Jump is about hope, faith, and prayer. Prayer is such a powerful weapon that God has given us- and how often to we feel like just giving up on praying? Or that maybe, our prayers, our words, fall on the brass gates of Heaven, and never reach God. That’s not the truth. Jump is about these things, but I am also showing the reality. That angels, demons- the supernatural and spiritual side of the reality we see, is very, very real.
Currently, Jump is at 18,558 words. But as I go back and change some things, who knows then. 😛 However! I talked some about Jump with my Dad, and I am gonna start on the roll again. This week was slow because I was getting some ideas together (and names. I spent like an hour trying to name the angels. Haha.), but things are getting sorted! 🙂 Better than I thought, since I had this dream on like, the 5th of this month. All the plotting is coming along in record timing. Ha. 😉
Also, a big thing that happened this week… I went outside, to hang some towels, and looked up to see the tractor rolling away. “OK…” So I rush in, yell for Dad, and we all run out. A loud crash sound. Kody and I put up Sugar Baby and Ziibi, who were ‘mowing’ the yard…
The tractor plowed through the fence. Amazingly didn’t knock over any posts (it came close!), so we fixed the fence. The tractor ran into the pond, down the steep rocky ditch, and when it came to the pond… turned. No lie. It didn’t go full into the pond. Somehow, it turned and was on the edge of the pond. Dad drove it out. The tractor did not break, and it didn’t crash into the water. How?
We all knew the answer. An angel. God literally took the wheel. That was a big deal for us; without that tractor, we’d be in big trouble. But God is always taking care of us.
And, as always, some snippets of Jump. Please tell me what y’all think of Jump, from what you’ve read! I always love talking about stuff with y’all. 🙂
One of the imps that was tormenting Derek Clemins was Despair. Despair’s large, black heap of smelly sulfur form was tremoring with cruel delight as Derek cowered and groaned under Despair’s impression. Despair was yanking on Derek’s body with growing anticipation. Despair had gaping eye sockets that were pushed far back into his black, blurry face, and red eyes with woeful black slits for pupils. He was a large demon, one that never rested or idled, and never stopped looking for a victim in which to play with. Now, Despair spoke words of terror and formed a show inside Derek’s mind.
Fear was right alongside Despair. Fear was a large shrunken black form, with large yellow orbs for eyes. Fear’s long, gnarly black claws probed and tugged on Derek’s head, gripping harder, harder, harder still. Derek screamed out. Fear and Despair both cackled, pushing harder.
**From Sam’s POV**
“Isaac doesn’t want it to be real.” Derek finished.
“No. But I’ll talk to him.” Rene’ glanced over the crowd of people in line ahead of us. She spotted Isaac, and Rebecca, shrugging slightly. “I’ve never kept anything from my parents. Why should this be different? They’ve seen the spirit world, some.”
Rene’s words surprised me. “Just for now, Rene’. And….” My mind whirled. I didn’t want to hurt Rene’, but I had to keep everyone safe. How did I do that? “And maybe God’ll show us and we can tell our parents. We just can’t make this explode right now.”
Rene’ met my eyes again. It felt like she saw right through my disguise. Maybe she did.
“Alright.” Rene’ said firmly.
“If we act weird tonight, our parents will notice.” Derek stood slightly taller, letting out a breath of air.
“I guess we gotta act normal.” Rene’ frowned.
“We get on some more rides, and try to have fun.” Ironic words, I mused, but our parents would notice the smallest hint of something being wrong. Considering what we’d seen, it seemed impossible to hide our anxiety and discontentment; but we had to try.
“We got on this ride and puke our brains out. We’ll be fine.” Derek murmured, forcing a small smile.
** From Derek’s POV**
I slept in late the next morning, had no more nightmares, and looked like I’d gotten hit by a dump truck. There were bags under my eyes and I felt like a heavy robot. I got dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and styled my hair. Downstairs, Mom had made pancakes, My favorite.
I hated making Mom and Pop stress out. I had scared the life out of them last night. And now, this morning, Mom wore a bright smile, to reassure me, and had cooked us a hearty breakfast. I had no doubt she was bone tired.
And it was my fault.
God is always there for us, and His plan is better than anything we could imagine.