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My children’s Bible study materials are created to help kids discover God’s Word in a way that is engaging, meaningful, and easy to understand. Through Scripture, stories, activities, discussion, and hands-on learning, children are encouraged to grow in their faith and learn how God’s truth applies to their everyday lives. I hope to make Bible learning something kids look forward to while helping them build a strong and lasting foundation of faith.(Click Images to Enlarge)

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The Lightborn Saga is a Christian fantasy series for teens and adults, featuring dragons, prophecies, hidden secrets, darkness and light, and a quest for true spiritual understanding. Enter a world of danger, discovery, hope, and evangelism as the characters face spiritual battles that mirror our own. Guided by the last remaining Book of Light, they uncover God's truth and confront the darkness pursuing them as they share it with a world that has long forgotten. Enjoy a peek at Book 1:Book 1: The Book of LightChapter 1-The DiscoveryBrax knew he wasn’t supposed to explore Red Mountain. He had grown up hearing rumors about the “darkness” said to linger there, though he never really believed them. To him, they sounded like stories meant to keep his generation of dragons away from the caves that were scattered across the mountain.What does that even mean? It’s stupid. There’s nothing there. We would’ve seen or heard something by now.Sure, the older dragons had warned them about the dangers hidden deep within those caves. But who really knew for certain? He didn’t know a single dragon who had ever been inside them, so as far as he was concerned, it was all guesswork.At least for the next hour or so.Besides, did they really expect him not to explore? He was a free spirit, and anyone who knew him knew it was his favorite thing to do. That was who he was—an explorer. Sitting around was boring and didn’t suit him. He needed adventure. He craved it. Did it get him into trouble now and then?More than once. But who’s counting?He never meant to get into trouble. He wasn’t trying to be disobedient; he loved the thrill of new places, new experiences, and, best of all, real discoveries. Somehow, though, trouble always seemed to catch his scent—and find him.He snickered to himself but stayed focused. His adventurous spirit had already led to great discoveries—Elderon, for one. He hadn’t exactly “discovered” his friend, but he never would have met him without all that wandering. Back then, Bella had been with him. This time, he was alone. He didn’t expect to make any new friends this time, but it had probably been a hundred years since any dragon had entered those caves. He might be the first of his generation brave enough—or stupid enough-- to explore Red Mountain. Either way, he was bound to find something.Hopefully not the darkness everyone talks about. That would be unfortunate.He quickly shrugged off that thought. Focus. He hadn’t told anyone what he was doing. The condemnation would have come fast—especially from Bella. She was the dragon closest to him, and he listened to her more than anyone else. But he also knew exactly how angry she would be. He could almost hear her now.Wait, you want to go WHERE?Are you crazy?Do you know how dangerous—and stupid—that is?He knew it was coming, but he’d much rather get that lecture afterward.He continued on his way as he thought of all the stories and rumors that had long surrounded Red Mountain and the territory of Rednot. Still, anything passed down for generations was probably only a shadow of the truth. Even the oldest adult dragons were far removed from whatever had happened there so long ago. Ask ten of them about the territory and town on the edge of Stonehaven, and you’d get at least twelve different answers. No one really knew anymore. All they had was what they could see: a towering mountain riddled with caves no dragon dared enter, and an ancient territory that had once been vibrant but now lay in ruins. Honestly, it all looked as if it were begging to be explored.He had flown near the mountain once before, though he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. He was still young, and his flights were short. His wings weren’t fully developed yet, so he couldn’t fly as far or as high as the older dragons. That was fine, because flying took a lot of energy, and he already did a lot of exerting. He would rather save his flying energy to go see things he hadn’t seen yet. Once, he and a few friends had taken a brief flight over the Rednot Ruins for a view from above—though “above” was generous, since they couldn’t climb very high. Still, they had seen the eastern edge of Rednot’s ruined territory. Because Red Mountain curved around most of it, they also caught a glimpse of the towering red cliffs and the black caves dotting their base. That was as close as they dared to go. Who knew what might be lurking inside?He was about to find out.He had set out alone that morning. The mountain was close enough to see from home, but he wanted plenty of time to explore. Bringing a friend would have been safer, and part of him already regretted coming by himself. Still, if he found something worth telling, the story would belong to him alone. He flew low on purpose, hoping no one would notice him or question where he was going. By the time he reached the mountain’s base, his wings ached, and his breath came hard. Flying low, without the wind to help him, was harder than he had expected. But he had made it. He stopped and looked up, struck by the sheer size of Red Mountain. It was enormous—the tallest peak he had ever seen in Evermere—and from where he stood, it seemed even larger. Its summits appeared to brush the undersides of the clouds before vanishing into them, making Brax feel suddenly small and insignificant. From the top, he imagined, he would look like a speck of dirt instead of a fifteen-foot dragon. Yet beneath his awe, something felt wrong. He couldn’t explain what it was, but it made him uneasy. The air lay heavy and still against his scales, and home suddenly seemed impossibly far away. He glanced back to make sure it was still there. He needed to be able to see it. When he did, he turned back toward the caves and shifted his wings.Maybe you should have brought a buddy. No, it’s fine. You’re not a baby.He had come too far to turn back—or had he? There was still time to change his mind. Maybe there was a real reason no dragon had visited this place in at least a hundred years. He looked around: no dragons, no Bella, no Elderon—just him. Doubt crept in, shaking both his choice and his resolve. But instead of retreating, he fluffed his wings, cleared his throat, and studied the countless caves carved into the mountainside. There had to be hundreds. Some were small, others narrow, and a few were wide enough for a full-grown dragon to fly through. Every one of them was dark—very dark.It’s just a little exploring—no big deal.He studied the nearest caves first, unsure what he was looking for or how to choose. He ruled out the smaller openings, which narrowed his options. With nothing else to guide him, he picked the first cave that looked large enough to enter comfortably. He steadied himself, then slipped into the darkness of Red Mountain.The change was almost instant. From the moment he stepped inside, he felt it. The air was cooler, still, and almost stagnant. Dark, too. He had expected that, which was why he had brought a light, but it barely helped. I should’ve brought a bigger light. Great. After a few minutes, his eyes adjusted enough for him to make out his surroundings, though the darkness still seemed to swallow everything. The thought unnerved him. It was quiet—too quiet—no signs of life, no sounds from the world outside. The whole place felt lifeless and wrong. He couldn’t shake the feeling. But what had he expected? It was a cave. He had come this far, and turning back now made no sense. He shook his head again.This was my idea. I don’t know why I expected anything else.He lifted his light and swept it around before moving deeper inside. He instantly regretted not having a brighter light, but he’d have to make this one work. He made a mental note for next time. The dark walls seemed to glisten as the dim glow passed over them. Then a faint sound reached him. He froze, listening until it sharpened in his mind: water was dripping somewhere farther within the cave.Ok, it’s just water. That’s not scary.He pressed deeper into the cave, sweeping his dim light over the walls and floor as carefully as he could. Soon he noticed claw marks scored into the stone beneath him. That made sense—his own claws scraped with every step—but some grooves were much deeper, as if the path had once been used often. He hoped the marks were old and that no other dragon was inside. Dragons could be territorial, and meeting one here would turn awkward fast. Now aware of the sound, he heard his claws strike the floor: Click. Click. Click. Each one carried him farther into the dark. When he glanced back, the cave entrance had already shrunk smaller than he expected. He had gone farther than he realized, but he kept moving. Ahead, shapes began to take form. At first, he couldn’t tell what they were. Then, as he drew closer, he saw several passageways branching into the mountain. A few stood out, smoother than the rest, almost as if claws had carved them from the rock. Some were too narrow to risk alone, but one was wide enough for a dragon to fly through comfortably. The choice was easy.Now that’s more like it. Let’s see what’s in there.Excitement surged through him as he followed the passage he had chosen. He refused to look back; if the entrance had vanished, he might frighten himself into turning around. He couldn’t let that happen. He had planned this for days and wanted to feel thrilled, not afraid. As long as he sensed no danger, he was fine—though “fine” might be a generous word.Farther off, water still dripped somewhere deep in the cave. He wondered if a hidden cavern or pool waited ahead, and the thought made him place each step with more care. If he slipped or fell into something, no one would know—though he would still feel ridiculous. Not that he was ridiculous, at least not by his standards. He preferred to think of himself as an explorer seeking the unknown… or something equally impressive. Bella would have used different words, probably “impulsive,” “careless,” or “risk-taker.” She would not have been entirely wrong. Either way, he was doing his best to stay upright.The farther he went, the more uneven and slick the ground became—one more thing he had failed to consider. He really needed to plan better. When the cave floor sloped downward, he braced himself against the wall and moved as carefully as he could. Then his claw struck a smooth, wet patch of stone, and he nearly slipped. It caught him off guard, and he drew a breath and held it till he had steadied himself. He stood still and scanned the area before going on. Already irritated, he wanted no more surprises. His light caught a thin stream of water running through a crack in the cave floor.Okay. So that’s where the water sound is coming from. One mystery solved.He stood there and followed the narrow stream with his light for a few seconds, wondering where it led, but it vanished into the darkness before he could see where it ended.Nope. Not going that way.There was plenty to explore without crawling into a random crack in the floor. He turned back to the passage and moved on, taking a little more care with each step. He really hadn’t accounted for how rugged the terrain might be and was disappointed in himself. Another mental note. The farther he went, the more the cave seemed to shift around him. Maybe the darkness was playing tricks on his mind. He tried to memorize everything, already imagining how he would tell Bella about all he had seen and done. The thought made him laugh.Maybe not everything. I’ll leave out how many times I almost fell. She doesn’t need to know that part.He wondered how far into the mountain this passage went. Did it go all the way through the mountain? Why would someone carve more passageways if there were already some naturally? As he walked, he had to use his wings to steady himself—one advantage of choosing a wide passage. In a narrower tunnel, he wouldn’t have room to use them at all. He swept his light slowly over the cave floor and walls, searching for anything interesting enough to brag about later. He noticed all the strange markings covering parts of the stone. They were on the floor and the walls, which seemed odd to him. Dragons don’t climb walls; we fly. But he was sure they were claw marks, which meant dragons had been here before. But why are there claw marks on the walls? When he looked closer, he noticed layers of them, one set scratched over another. He ran his own claw across the marks, as if the touch might explain them.Why would someone claw over old claw marks on the wall?It was a question worth asking—though he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer. For now, he tucked the thought away and continued down the passage. If he looked back, he knew he would see nothing but darkness, and that idea terrified him. So forward was the only option. He noted that the path had been straight so far, which meant it should lead straight back out, and that made him feel better. He stood a good chance of getting out easily. If he got lost in here… His wings shuddered at the thought.His legs and wings had begun to ache, and he tried to guess how long he had been inside. He had no real idea. Time seemed to have slipped away, and he was probably already due to head back. The darkness and silence were wearing on him, so he decided it was time to leave. He only hoped no one had noticed how long he’d been gone—however long that happened to be. If too much time had passed, Bella would know. She had a knack for sensing when he was up to something, a talent he did not especially appreciate in his closest friend. Still, before he left, he wanted one last look at the claw marks on the wall. Too many questions nagged at him: who had made them, when, and why? Did every cave have them? He swept his light across the wall and touched the marks again. Then he leaned closer and noticed something he had missed. Beneath the layered scratches, the stone almost looked as if it had once held writing.Writing? Why would there be writing in here? That made no sense.He couldn’t make out a single word. The stone had been scratched and gouged so deeply that whatever was there had nearly vanished. Maybe the claw marks weren’t random after all. It looked as if someone had gone to great trouble to hide what had been written there. The thought felt… odd.He lifted the light higher, and the marks seemed to stretch all the way to the top of the wall. When he lowered it, they reached almost to the cave floor as well. He pictured the dragons that might have made them and wondered how large they must have been. The tip of his tail twitched with fresh unease.Brax moved his light slowly across the wall, trying to trace the faint lines beneath the scratches.For a moment, he thought he recognized one letter, then another. But the longer he looked, the less certain he became. He brought the light closer. There were marks beneath the marks—not random scratches, but writing. At least, he was nearly sure. He tilted his head and studied the wall from another angle. Some lines had been gouged so deeply they were almost impossible to read, while others barely showed through the damage. Whoever had done this had not merely marked over the writing. They had tried to erase it. Slowly, Brax backed away from the wall.What was written here that someone wanted gone? Why write on a cave wall at all? And who had written it?For once, curiosity did not pull him deeper. It made him want to leave.Yep. Time to go.As he turned toward what he hoped was the exit, his light caught something that shouldn’t have been there. For a split second, he considered flying straight out, then forced himself to stop. He had come here to explore, so he would—but quickly. He walked over to whatever it was.Okay, THAT looks out of place....Stay tuned for the release of Book 1!

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