I will thank the Lord with all my heart as I meet with his godly people. How amazing are the deeds of the Lord! All who delight in him should ponder them. Psalm 111:1-2 NLT

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Two Sides To Every Coin...Or Character

By ginger takamiya

I live in two worlds all the time. It’s like having two people inside of me. No, I don’t suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder. I’m just a combination of two personality types. Most people are.

Bubbly is Sanguine. She is effervescent, friendly and strives to put you at ease with self-deprecating humor and silly quips; the life of the party. Contemplative is Choleric. She’s more serious, a take-charge kind of gal. 

These two halves war sometimes. Bubbly can get in the way when she gets nervous. She wants to go in and have fun and sometimes talks too much, mortifying Contemplative. Contemplative wants to observe people, seek out the one person who needs something from God and help them connect. 

Of course they can also work nicely together. Contemplative needs Bubbly to break the ice before she comes out to minister and Bubbly needs Contemplative to calm her down at times.

Each of us are made up of a combination of two or more personality traits:

o   Sanguine—The Otter— (that’s Bubbly, impulsive, highly sociable)
o   Melancholy—The Beaver— (deep thinkers and feelers, usually the empathizers and introverted)
o   Choleric—The Lion— (that’s Contemplative, the take-charge girl, the leader of the pack)
o   Phlegmatic—The Golden Retriever— (Loyal, relaxed, difficult to provoke).

Think about your characters now. Do they have more than one personality trait? They should. Especially your POV (point of view) characters. Do a little inventory on them. Are they lying flat on the page or do they have two sides of themselves competing for opposite goals?

Put your characters through a personality test. There are plenty to choose from online. I like Gary Smalley’s version best and it's free.

So what personality would you rate your hero and heroine in? Do they blend at times as well as compete with each other?

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Writing Epic Action Scenes

As a writer of primarily women’s fiction, I’ve not had the need for very many high action scenes, but recently, I found myself sitting at my computer trying to figure out how to free my main character from the chair she was tied to, while simultaneously defeating the three men who held her at gunpoint.

Not a typical scene for women’s fiction, but I am working toward my BA in English, and all the classes require me to work with a Learning Team of three or four other people. The assignment in my Creative Writing class consisted of taking a bank robbery, burglary, or other sensational situation and writing both a fictional and nonfictional account of the details. My learning team split the final project in such a way that one member came up with the details of a home invasion, another wrote the non fiction account, and I was tasked to write the fictional portion.

And this is how I ended up sitting at my desk trying to figure out how to write my main character from captive to victor, having never written the kind of action required for such a sensational action scene. I really didn’t have any idea where to even begin! After several unsuccessful attempts, I turned to my “How to Write” bookcase for help. I saw my Storycrafter’s workbook and recalled that in her teaching, Susan May Warren uses a lot of movies to help her illustrate examples. She encouraged us to watch movies and take notes to get a feel for plot points, pacing, and character development.

It occurred to me that I could use the same tactic to teach myself to write action. So I got out a few of my favorite action films, found a few memorable action scenes, and started taking notes. The first round of notes consisted of flat descriptions of basic movement, and then I went back and added more detail. Finally, I took my notes and rewrote them in fiction form, adding in the setting and dialogue needed to tell the story.

After I did that a few times, I went to an action scene specific to what I needed: the scene from the beginning of The Avengers in which Scarlett Johanson’s character is tied to a chair, guarded by two titanic thugs with guns, and being questioned by some tough mob guy. In a matter of minutes, she has broken free of the chair and defeated all three men; it’s a pretty spectacular scene. I watched it closely, stopping every few seconds to note the movement and position of each character as well as their use of the setting (chairs, guns, chains, etc.) to make each exchange. I probably watched the scene 20 times, but it allowed me to include almost every detail of the altercation.

Armed with my notes, I returned to my computer to write my scene. Instead of a warehouse, my scene took place in the woman’s living room, so I used things like the couch and a lamp to not only help her escape, but to describe the setting as well. I was amazed at how easy it was for me to write a believable scene, especially once it turned out my main character was a highly trained secret agent with specialized skills! Once I finished it, I read it to my teenage sons. At the end, they just sat there staring at me. Finally my youngest son said, “That was awesome!! How did you do that?!”

I posted it to the rest of the assignment and we turned it in. We got an A, and the instructor commented that the action scene was one of the best he’d read.  Needless to say, I was thrilled by the grade and feedback, but I’m even more thrilled that the assignment forced me out of my comfort zone so I could learn something new.

If you find yourself faced with a scene you aren’t sure how to write, or you are struggling with a certain type of scene, I encourage you to go to the movies! Find a similar scene in a movie, take extensive notes, and then write the scene as though it was part of a novel. It’s fantastic practice and a good way to exercise that particular writing muscle.

To be clear, I’m not advocating stealing a scene from a movie for your book! I’m simply suggesting the use of novelizing screenplay scenes as the groundwork for writing your own scenes. Taking a moving picture and converting it to words is fantastic practice for capturing all the depth and details needed to grab the reader’s imagination and keep them riveted to your book.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

What's Up with The Ponderers?

The Ponderers together again at MBT Pizza Party

The Ponderers juggle writing, brain-storming, editing, and promoting their books along with cleaning house, making meals, loving on their families, tackling various full-time jobs and keeping their faith dynamic. We thought it was time to update our readers on each of the Ponderers.

Beth Vogt

Beth is on deadline for contemporary romance novel #3, Take Another Look, which will release May 2014. She’s also planning the celebration for the release of novel #2, Catch a Falling Star, which comes out May 7, 2013. Other significant date: Her first grandchild is due in late July -- and yes, she says, “I’m over-the-moon elated about her arrival!”

Pat Trainum writing as Patricia Bradley

Pat is working on edits for Shadows of the Past for her editor at Revell that comes out February 1, 2014, then finishing book# 2 of the Logan Point series. In May she will speak at her local Methodist church about her writing and how God brought it about.

Lisa Jordan

Lisa understands the challenge of juggling a writing career with a full time job, so this year at ACFW, she will teach a workshop: Building Your Writing Career While Working Full Time. By day, she continues to care for her Little Darlings, and by night, she's working on her third novel for Love Inspired, which will be released in 2014. 

Ginger Takamiya

You’ll find Ginger editing her work in progress and keeping up with her five children. Son # 1 graduated in Computer Science and got commissioned in the US Army, son # 2 plans a trips to Russia this summer with his dad, son # 3 received a scholarship to Truman to major in Music Performance, Son #4 takes private drum lessons because his band teacher says he has potential to be great, and the youngest #5 will soon be baptized.

Delores Topliff

Delores still teaches 4 classes at a good Christian college, 2 online and 2 on campus, and is thankful to be involved more in her 2 youngest grandchildren's care. After submitting 2 books to the Genesis in different categories and entering a 3rd Work In Progress in the Frasier, she’s just back from a 12-day mission trip to Macau and the Philippines (her 4th time to the latter). She had a wonderful email back from an editor at a major publishing house specifying what she and her editorial team likes in her writing. Dolores had 3 other houses to contact, and based on the editor’s strong recommendation, hopes she can get an agent. She’s polishing the first 2 complete books agents will likely look at so she’s determined to save good time for writing.

Amy Lindberg

Amy’s busy mothering her one year old daughter and actively writing in her baby book. She graduated and obtained a PhD in Pharmacology and currently works for the National Marrow Donor Program/Be the Match registry. Amy hopes to tackle writing her first historical fiction novel this summer.

Jennie Atkins

Jennie’s big news for this month is that she signed with Sarah Freese of WordServe. She looks forward to working with her on her current work in process, Enduring Hope.

Alena Tauriainen

Alena recently finished her first ever Nanowrimo (write a novel in a month!).  She thanks her Savior and encouragement from her friends at mybooktherapy.com, that she finished her fast draft in 10 days!  10 Days!  She said, “That's a big deal for a newbie writer like myself.”  She’s gone through it one more time since then and hopes to have a finished draft by the end of May.  Alena also enjoys the challenges of raising her four children and running the family business.  They increased their family with another dog.  This one they call Mooch, well, because that's what she does!  

Roxanne Sherwood Gray

Roxanne Sherwood Gray is happily married and lives with her blended family in sunny Central Florida. Each week, three teenage boys eat more than they weigh in groceries and make mountains of dirty laundry, while her 1st-grader creates construction paper art by the ream. The crazy situations her large family find themselves in continue to provide plenty of fodder for Roxanne's fiction.

Paula Boire

 Paula's hard at work polishing her WWII suspense manuscript.

Jenness Walker

This year Jenness has two short works of fiction coming out in May and December, and one short child in September. :) 

Teri Smith

Teri recently spent hours brainstorming a new historical fiction book with her fantastic daughter, Sarah. Her health issues have improved, and she acts as caregiver to her sweet parents. She's also taught a sweet puppy, Titus, to dance. A call or visit from any of her three children always brings great pleasure. 

Melissa Tagg

Summer 2012 rounded out big for Melissa. She signed with her agent, the fabulous Amanda Luedeke of MacGregor Literary in June, and then in July, Bethany House offered a two-book contract! Her first book, Made to Last, is a contemporary romantic comedy and releases September 15. Melissa keeps up with her day job at a nonprofit homeless ministry and also serve as the marketing coordinator for My Book Therapy...and tries really, really hard to be patient for Coldplay's next album.

Reba Hoffman

 We pray for Reba as she is traveling around the country. She blesses ladies all over with her new ministry of encouraging women to step out in faith and embrace new adventures.

Heidi Geis

Heidi rejoices for God's blessing of a scholarship to ACFW! We pray for writing time, and that she will get her young adult manuscripts finished.

Now we’d love to have an update from our readers. What’s new with you?

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Philippines and Macau Gleanings

Delores Topliff
People don’t take mission trips to gain new material for stories or fill emotional diaries to overflowing, but that happens. Our team of five had unforgettable times in Macau and the Philippines connecting with and ministering to people deeply needing and appreciating encouragement. After flying 18 hours to Manila, we were up most of that night and, days later, all of a second, which was hard since I don’t sleep traveling. My original flight was delayed by mechanical trouble, so I was rescheduled but my suitcase didn’t and by its arrival 24 hours later, we’d had gone to Macau, China. I didn’t get luggage for 5 days. Delta authorized me to buy new clothes in Macau but they had nothing for my height and size.

Another trip member had one skirt I poured into each day that didn’t reach my knees. Because of leg issues, I wore support hose that didn’t reach my knees. It’s hard to speak confidently when you look dorky. Speaking on stage to leaders from 13 churches, I went bare-legged—overjoyed to find my belongings and ruined suitcase when arriving in the northern Philippines.

But the people made us forget hardships. Perhaps because of being conquered many times, they have precious gentle spirits and serve with extreme graciousness. In Macau the small church is primarily women (and some grown sons), working as domestics no matter their levels of qualification, earning around $6/hr. six or seven days a week. They fill two year contracts while employers hold their passports. They may go home to visit after a year, but travel would cut into the goals of their labor. Most work for their children’s better futures, or to build homes, or immigrate families to North America

They have a 50% chance of good work situations. One young pastor’s wife’s employers were really human traffickers. When she resisted, they held her hands over gas burners, but she still didn’t cooperate. When ordered to take out the trash, she removed herself with it, leaving her passport and belongings behind but taking her cell phone with the number inside of the small Hong Kong branch of the Philippine church network we partner with. They provided safety and contacted a government office who extricated her passport and ended her work contract. She and others from Hong Kong joined us in Macau, drinking in every word, song and prayer.

We also were part of three wonderful school grads including a Bible college where I spoke in full gown. The graduating pastors and teachers fill assignments throughout the Philippines and beyond, including many Muslim countries. They know they’ll face hardships, perhaps even death, but go with strong committed hearts. I’ve supported a 9-year-old orphan girl there for three years. In the loving children’s home and school, she and her twin sister now speak enough English for us to talk some. Instead of adopting children out, this organization raises them to be wonderfully contributing adults with answers for the Philippines. Since my first trip in 2008, I’ve seen young people who were teenagers then being effective loving leaders now. But when I reflect on this trip, it is the faces of women of all ages in Macau and Hong Kong I see most—my heart and prayers go to them often.

Mission trips are rigorous and strenuous. I reached one exhausted melt down point when I thought, “I’m too old for this, I can’t do this again, this is my last trip.” But by the end, after so many positive results, I thought, “It’s so worth it. Maybe, if God helps me, I can come again.” In the meantime, my heart and life are invested there. Every effort and support dollar I’ve spent brings far-better returns than Dow-Jones investments.

What’s next? Live an enriched life. Care, pray, give sacrificially, and write all that God puts in me.


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Bringing up Boys

(Laci was crying, so Jess joined her!)

By Jennie Atkins

I was able to travel to Ohio earlier this month and see my twin boys with their children. My mind wandered back to so many memories of when they were little. Of the good times…and the times I threatened to resign from motherhood.

Ah, but I didn’t . . . because in between the times I wanted to run for the hills, they’d do the neatest things…like pick me a handful of daisies…or wrap me in a hug and say, “I love you.”

Or, do the following:

One day when I came home from work tired and wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget the world existed around me. As I trudged up the steps of our bi-level home, I found bed sheets affixed to the ceiling blocking off my view of the kitchen.

Any of you who are mothers of multiple sons, know exactly what darted through my mind—did they set something on fire in the kitchen? Did they have a food fight, forgetting to remove the food from the plate before they flung it across the kitchen? Or my favorite—which DID happen at one time—did they act out the Battle of the Bulge using a five pound bag of flour as ammunition and leaving the contents of the bag dusting EVERYTHING in my kitchen.

No, this time their imaginations elevated them in the status of angels.

My oldest son, darted out around the sheet closing it promptly so I couldn't see inside. He wore roller skates and had a dish towel hung over one arm like a waiter in a fancy restaurant.  He instructed me to have a seat in the "dining hall" (the kitchen table). So I sat down at the table, already set with dishes and silver, and a vase of flowers from the yard.

One of my other sons poked his head through the curtain and smiled. (Now, remember, I know this young man and that smile had mischief written all over it.) My third son came out from around the curtain asking me what I wanted to drink. He had everything written on a card: water, orange juice, milk, iced tea.
I chose my drink and it soon appeared being carried on a tray by one of the boys. The night went on and we had several vegetables, no meat because they were afraid they WOULD burn the kitchen down, and a fancy potato dish I had circled in my cookbook.

My boys took care of me that night. And their angelic status? Well, when the sheets came down—let’s just say their halos started looking a little tarnished. They had used almost every pan and dish in the cupboard trying to fix me dinner. But now as I look back, I’d be willing to scrub every dish again to relive that night.

So, now as I put the usual parent’s curse on my kids—you know—I hope your kids turn out just like you.

I mean it! :-)

What memories do you want to share?

Thursday, April 11, 2013

What I Fear Most

Photo credit
At the risk of being labeled a bad friend, a non-supportive Ponderer, I have a confession to make:

I refused to read Roxanne's blog post on Tuesday.

You see, I have a phobia of snakes.

We're not talking a little fear, but a mind-altering phobia that stemmed from childhood trauma.

Growing up, we lived in the country, down the road from my grandparents' dairy farm. In fact, part of my grandparents' land extended behind our back yard. Seeing cows from my bedroom window was common. A stream ran alongside our property.

I have an older brother whom I love dearly...now. Growing up, um, not so much.

My brother had a hobby--he liked to collect snakes and frogs. And being the terrorizing brother he was, he loved to chase me around the yard with them. And since chasing me and listening to me scream wasn't enough, he threw them on me.

Yes, I'm shuddering right now because I remember how they felt in my hair. In fact, if I dwell on it too much longer, I'll start to freak out.

When I was seven, I had a dream there was a snake in my bed. I refused to go back to bed until my dad checked it with a flashlight.

When I was pregnant with our oldest son, we lived in a townhouse outside of Charleston, S.C. Hubby had come home from duty and went upstairs to take a shower. I had put garbage bags by the front door so he could take them to the Dumpster when he was done. I heard a rustling near the bags and when I moved one of the bags, a small snake about a foot long wriggled the rest of the way under the torn weather stripping. I screamed so loud and hard that Hubby raced down the steps soaking wet from the shower. Within minutes, he had returned the snake to its natural habitat (not my living room), marched to the maintenance office and had someone fixing our weather stripping. Then he spent the rest of the day, reassuring me over and over that snakes couldn't get into our apartment.

One afternoon, while shopping at the local dollar store, I pushed my cart down the toy aisle and felt something brush my ankle. I looked down and saw a rubber snake caught under my cart wheel, causing it to be in an attack position with its plastic mouth open. Yeah, I freaked.

Someone once suggested exposure therapy. I decided that was not a viable option.

Needless to say, my fear of snakes has morphed into phobia so bad that I can't even see them in books, magazines or in movies/TV shows. During a first-aid training, I flipped through the book, landed on the section of poisonous snakes, screamed and dropped the book. So this fear runs deep.

Usually I like to end a post with words of Truth or some nugget of wisdom, but this post is about what I fear most, and right now, I don't see a solution in my future any time soon.

Your Turn: What are you afraid of? What's the source of your fear? How have you conquered it (if you have)?

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Pace Yourself

Photo by PHOTO PIN

 On the back porch of a house in a suburban Texas neighborhood, one small, brown snake lies curled around itself in the warm afternoon sun. A twelve-year-old boy spies the snake and alerts his brother and cousins. Soon, five children clamor around the reptile, pointing and hollering loud enough to attract the attention of the two middle-aged moms—my sister and me—who are inside the house. We shoot out the front door and run full-speed to the backyard.

“Josh, is its head triangular or round?” I ask, thinking it looks round.

The group consensus is that it has a round head—it’s probably a garter snake—but I don’t want a snake in my yard, even if it’s not poisonous. I grab a shovel and a bucket. 

Who am I kidding? 

The snake isn’t going to cooperate. It’s going to lunge, and I’m going to scream and fling the shovel. We need a container with a larger opening for some wiggle room. The only thing in sight is a plastic Igloo cooler. I  pick up a cooler. “Let’s try this. Wait . . .” I peer at the drain spout. “Remember, the plug came off. That’s a pretty big opening. Do you think the snake can squeeze through here?”

“No,” my sister answers, “but even if it can, we’ll find something to plug it up.” 

She grabs up the shovel.

Five barefooted children huddle around us like we need their help. Okay, I had asked my son if he thought it was poisonous. Now I remember that I’m the adult who's responsible for their safety. I make swooping arm motions. “Y’all get back.”

I’m still worried about the opening in the cooler. I want to stuff it with a plastic bag, a stick, something. But there’s no time. My sis tries to slide the shovel across the cement. Oops. The area isn’t smooth.
She’s not able to slide under the snake. It's not like lifting a brownie with a spatula. The snake quickly slithers toward safety in the grass. Protective instincts rise in my sister like a mother bear, and she attacks the reptile.


She strikes, but misses.

I shriek, which helps so much.

She charges the snake into the grass.


Another miss.

Another whack!

And another.

We no longer see the snake, so I suppose I can stop shrieking.

Whew! Hopefully, it's hightailed it to Austin by now. I really don’t care where the snake has gone—as long as it’s not on my property.

This brief story is an example of pacing. As the action picks up, the sentences become shorter. 

Whether you're a writer or not, I encourage you to journal the events of your life. You'll never remember all the details unless you write them down. 

What event does this story make you think of? Do you journal? Why or why not? 

~Roxanne Sherwood Gray 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

A Few Things I've Learned Doing Edits...

by Patricia Bradley

Since the day I started writing, I’ve heard from published authors about the dreaded edits. Not all authors, but enough that after Revell bought Shadows of the Past, I anticipated the email from my editor somewhat anxiously. For all I knew, she might want me to rewrite the whole book.

And then the letter came. It could have been worse. One thing was embarrassing, though. I had a few misspelled words in the manuscript. And they would not have been there if I had run a global spell check. I really think gremlins got in that attachment with my manuscript, because I thought I had checked and double checked. But I hadn’t run the global. Run it before hitting send. And it would not hurt to run the grammar part of it, either.

While the following were not in the notes my gracious editor sent, there are a few other things I’ve found while completing the edits.

·         Was. While I didn’t have a super abundance of the word, I did find quite a few passive sentences that could be changed to active. Do a search for the word was but remember that every was sentence isn’t passive. Only when the subject is acted upon. Like: Bill was hit by the car. Better: The Cadillac Escalade hit Bill.
·         Other Weasel words. I seem to love the words just, but, that, and even.   If you’re not sure if you overuse a word, copy your manuscript into Wordle.net and learn what words you use the most. And for a good article on weasel words, check out Heidi Main's blog. Here is a wordle for my manuscript before I edited.
·         Heard, thought, decided, wonder. These are words that take a reader out of deep 3rd person POV. When I used the Wordle site, I was surprised at some of the words I used often. Like heard. When I checked each instance, most of the time I used the word in conversation, but not all. I discovered I used thought a lot as a noun, but not a verb, which was okay.

These are a few of the things I’ve learned as I edit. If you have a question about the process, leave a comment with your question, and I’ll try to answer. Or leave a comment and tell some of your weasel words or words that you overuse.

Pat Trainum writing as Patricia Bradley

Shadows of the Past from Revell February 2014

I asked God to teach me patience and He gave me a book to write

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Jesus and the First Fruits of Resurrection

He is risen!! Resurrection Sunday has to be my favorite holiday (on a Sunday) of the year! I love to sing “Christ the Lord is Risen Today!!” at the top of my lungs…I usually don’t get very far into it before that lump in my throat cracks my voice and I have to swallow my joy to continue singing. What a glorious day!! The interesting thing is that the Jews were celebrating Resurrection Sunday long before Jesus was even born. In fact, they celebrated this past Sunday right along with us, but for very different reasons.

As I explained on my last post (March 25th) what Christians call “Passion Week” is almost always the same week as the Jewish feast of Passover. When Jesus shared his last supper with the disciples, it was a Passover Seder, which makes the bread and the cup he took anything but table scraps! Today is the last day of Passover; at sundown this evening, the Feast of Unleavened bread ends for another year.

In my last post, I shared a few of the interesting parallels between the Old Testament and New Testament Passovers, particularly the dates. As promised, today I want to share a little bit about the Passover lamb and Resurrection Sunday.  

Most of us have heard about the over 300 Messianic prophecies Jesus fulfilled. And John the Baptist announced that Jesus was the Lamb of God. In fact, many of the New Testament writers refer to Jesus as the Passover Lamb. I already shared that Jesus rode into Jerusalem and straight to the Temple on the same day Jewish families brought their Passover lambs for inspection and the religious leaders presented the national lamb. As the priest examined Passover lambs for blemish, Jesus presented himself for inspection. Several agreed he was without fault: Pilate, King Herod, Annas, Caiaphas, the centurion, and even the thief hanging on the cross next to him.

In addition to being blemish-free, the Passover lamb was chosen from a specific flock, tied to the altar at a specific time, and sacrificed at a specific time. The lamb was tied to the altar at 9am and six hours later, at 3pm, was sacrificed. These times are specified in the crucifixion accounts…the third hour and the ninth hour. Crucifixions were designed to last for days, yet Jesus only hung on the cross for six hours before he “gave up his spirit.” He literally gave his life at the exact time set aside for the national sacrifice. It is interesting to note that according to Jewish historians, our Christmas shepherds—the ones who were treated to the host of angels—were probably tending Passover flocks.

Probably my favorite parallel between the feast and Christ’s resurrection is the day Jesus rose. The women came to the tomb early on Sunday morning. But it wasn’t just any Sunday morning; it was the Sunday following the first Sabbath following Passover…a day set aside in the Old Testament as the Feast of First Fruits. Just as Passover and the Feast of Unleavened Bread celebrated salvation from the Angel of Death and the pharaoh freeing the people from slavery, First Fruits commemorated another part of the exodus story. On the Sunday following that first Passover, the Israelites found themselves trapped between the pharaoh’s men and the Red Sea. We all know how Moses lifted his staff and parted the water to make a way of escape. On the 17th of Nisan, the Israelites walked into the sea as slaves, and came out free on the other side.

If you go back into Genesis to the story of Noah, you will see that this wasn’t the first time the 17th of Nisan was a day of deliverance. It is the date that the ark came to rest on dry land for the first time (Gen 8:4—the seventh month was later designated as the first month in Ex.12:2). Also on the 17th of Nisan: after wandering in the desert, Israel entered into the Promised Land and ate the first fruits (Joshua 5:10-12), the walls of Jericho came down (Joshua 5:13), and Queen Esther saved the Hebrew people from elimination (Esther 3:12; 5:1).

God made us in His image, and we LOVE to celebrate anniversaries. Apparently, we get that from Him! There are a lot of these anniversaries throughout the Bible, but because most of us are not familiar with the Hebrew calendar, we miss them. I’d love to share them all…I’ll come back later today and post a few more in the comments section.