Author, Editor
      Flying Eagle Publications

Dee Farrell

Christian Publisher


    Does Birthplace Influence You?

    My parents lived in a border town. My mother was driven across the state line to have all her children because that’s where the hospitals were. After giving birth she returned home carting her infants never to return unless necessity required it.


    The result is all her children’s birth certificates present a different impression. It is only in seeking information about residency would the correct information be discovered.


    I thought about this while watching an episode of Finding Your Roots, the PBS show on famous people wanting to know more about their family’s genealogy. The actress featured thought she knew the place of her family’s birth and their story. It prompted her to obtain citizenship in that country.


    But the information was deceiving. They were actually of another descent and had moved to that country before immigrating to America. Their roots in that country were shallow indeed.


    This has prompted me to wonder what defines us. Is it the place of birth or where we choose to put down roots? I’ve concluded both have their influence, but what culture I choose to identify with says more about me and what I value. Where I’m born is out of my control, but where I choose to live is my complete responsibility.


    Of course, God already knew that.


    All mankind is born into sin through the choice of our first parents, Adam and Eve. But just in case we don’t what to stay in that place, God has given His son to offer us another place to live: the Kingdom.The Bible says that Jesus has rescued us from the kingdom of darkness and that we can live in the kingdom of light. We can be rooted in salvation and the blessings of God.


    But it’s our choice.


    If life isn’t going well for you, if darkness is all you experience in your circumstances, check out where you’ve taken up residence and put down roots. Maybe it’s time to move to the Kingdom of Light. For more on living a life in Jesus check out our free resources here.







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    Fiction Writing Tips


    I grew up rural. I think it more an attitude than a lifestyle.

    I learned that you could always tell a non-rural by their car. Theirs came in sleek, unfamiliar shapes with small tires that my father laughed at. I think he appreciated those small tires in winter though, as he pulled the non-rurals from snowbanks and they pushed bills into his hand.

    I drove my grandfather’s pick-up. He bought green trucks. I never asked why, but I’ve always wondered. He must have liked the color because he wore Dickie’s brand forest green shirts and pants with Red Wing shoes. Never did he stray from this uniform except for weddings and funerals. My father was a rebel. He wore blue Dickies.

    My grandfather chewed tobacco. That’s not a moral judgment; it was a warning. One clue was the driver’s side door of his truck. Flecks of dried chaff crusted the outside surface, and a brown stain ran down the inside of the door. My grandfather was not as tall as he used to be, and spitting out the window while driving required more art. Stray tobacco littered the seats from the pouches scattered there, and an empty– you hoped– coffee can sat on the floor in the middle under the radio.

    I used the pick-up to drive to school. A quick stop shifted the miscellaneous papers, hammers, wire cutters, screwdrivers, tie-downs, broken flashlight and spare coffee cans from under the seats. Accelerating slid them back into place. My passengers never minded, brushing out tobacco, setting aside the coffee can. We were busy becoming adults, talking jobs, dreams and boyfriends.

    But the smell. We rode with windows cracked in below zero temperatures. Today, tobacco never smells good to me. It is mingled with the grease, dust and sweat of a shrinking, aged man in green Dickies and his green truck.


    I’m not sure if he made it through the Pearly Gates, but I hope he did.



    The above excerpt is an example of first person point of view. Choosing the POV of a main character is an important choice to make in writing a story. First person is popular because it allows immediate access into the thoughts of your reader. It engages them from the start.


    It does have disadvantages. The reader, and writer, is limited to the opinions and experience of the main character. The reader only knows what they know. Daphne du Maurier, however, used this to her advantage in her classic novel, Rebecca. It was what Rebecca didn’t know that held the key to her happiness.


    If you’d like more tips on writing a book, visit


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    Is Saudi Arabia Mentioned in the Bible?

    Someone wise said that you won’t understand today’s headlines unless you understand history. When it comes to the news headlines in the Middle East, this advice couldn’t be more true. 

    To understand the swirling cauldron of emotions it is necessary to know the origins of the rivalries that produce such tension. 

    If you would like to know more about the biblical history of the Middle East, check out our homepage to sign up for free lesson downloads.

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