Goodbye For Now

So - life being what it is - I'll be taking a break from blogging (and 'internet' in general ;P :) for a while. . .

Here are a few links if you come across this blog and become interested in some of my stuff while I'm gone :]

My goodreads profile

My wattpad page - where you can read some of my other stuff :]

A link to the ebook version of Warrior's Fury

...And I think that's about it. . . . Feel free to leave comments or email me through the address I've given at the bottom of the Warrior's Fury tab up in the menu bar - I should still be able to get to those if necessary ;)

Thank you,

May the Lord bless you,
~ J D White

P.S. The Kindle version of Warrior's Fury will be free from November 15nth - 19nth


In Christ Alone

"This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.” ~ Acts 4:11-12

"But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them." ~ Ephesians 2:4-10

"So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." ~ Philippians 2:1-11


What the Future May Hold

Well, it took way longer than originally planned . . . but here's the next short story / scene in the series I'm doing with a character named Jray'Ov ;P :]

(NOTE: the first one can be found HERE ;)

Jray'Ov pushed his way out of the crowded entry of the town hall and threw himself between the packed ranks of the army slowly plodding down the main-street.

    Mumbling apologies to the different soldiers that he bumped into and shoved to the side, Jray sought feverishly for one particular face.

    “Ro'Val!” He finally called, unable to keep the name in any longer.


    Jray forced his way to the left toward the questioning voice. He quickly came to a young man plodding in file with his group.

    Managing to wedge himself between his son and the soldier beside him, Jray threw his arm over his shoulder and quickly looked him up and down. The younger man was exhausted, his clothing was ragged and filthy, his face was smeared in mud, dried blood, and sweat, and his hair was matted and grimy, but he seemed otherwise in good physical condition.

    “What word?” Jray asked.

    “They've taken Reglan’Rowltho. Completely overran the bridge with a large group of Dosh and began to take full control of the city within the first few hours,” Ro said shaking his head. “We were supposed to be on guard for an attack – there had been reports for months of their gathering forces just out of sight of the Border River – but there was no warning that such a number of powerful nayrl-wielders would make the first strike. Our Dosh didn't stand a chance in holding the bridge.”

    “But why?” Jray asked, finally giving voice to the question that had been tormenting his mind incessantly ever since they had heard of the attack a day earlier. “What possible reason could Kroal’Ishlon have for such an assault?”

    “I've no clue – we've only been given orders. No explanations or attempts at the like.”

    “What is to happen now?”

    “As far as I've heard, we're retreating to the next most defensible position, Rillen'Lowl.”

    Jray got a sick feeling in his gut at that bit of news.

    “That is beyond the Fields. They can't be thinking of pulling the army back that far unless they plan to–” Jray's thought was cut off by a horn blast from the edge of town.

    Leaving his son's side, Jray began to force himself through the throng of bedraggled and weary soldiers to get to the square where he could see the banner of the House of Kel'Kieo, the army's leader, being borne aloft.

    He reached the front ranks of the army at the edge of the town and stopped short with the men in front as Kel'Kieo reined in his ronig and turned the mount to face the army.

    Dust drifted up from the road heading out of town as the ronig pawed at it with restlessness. Kel'Kieo gave a hand signal to the only other mounted officer, his banner bearer, and the old soldier lifted a horn to his lips to give a second, longer blast.

    Silence fell over the edge of the town.

    “The Othrarian armies have taken Reglan’Rowltho, and will be upon our trail within days,” Kel'Kieo called, loud enough for most at the edge of the village to hear him. A low murmur passed among those further back as the message was sent into the town. “Gather what necessities you can carry and prepare to leave. We will burn the town and the fields behind us.”

    A rise in murmuring washed toward the back of the crowd as Jray walked out of the line of soldiers and jumped onto a boulder on the side of the road where he could be easily seen.

    “The first man to touch a torch will find it extinguished with his own blood!”

    Jray'Ov felt tension instantly saturate the air as if it were the lingering crackle of the Power he had used to amplify his voice. For a split second he wondered if he shouldn't have taken a moment longer to think before reacting to Kel'Kieo's statement – but glancing into the faces of the soldiers nearby, he dismissed the thought. These men knew who he was.

    “You may continue on, good Kel'Kieo,” Jray continued – using a little less nayrl to amplify his voice this time, but still making sure everyone within the crowd could hear him. “And I would certainly not prevent those who wish to follow you. But you will NOT burn my fields or my home.”

    “Are you in possession of your sanity, Ihk-Nayrldosh?” Kel'Kieo yanked on the reigns of his mount to force it closer to him – ignoring the creature's skittishness at getting closer to Jray. “The enemy is upon your doorstep, and you want to challenge a strategic retreat?”

    “I am well within possession of my sanity, Kel'Kieo. But unless you can tell me why the Othrarians are invading our land – and what they will do to this village when they reach it – I will not give ground. I have never known Kroal’Ishlon to condone needless slaughter.”

    Kel'Kieo's face went blank as he stared at Jray. Jray suspected from the emotions churning deep within his eyes that the nobleman knew exactly what had incited the Othrarian attack. But would he reveal that information to the 'common' folk watching him?

    Without warning, the younger man wrenched on the reins of his mount again and turned to continue down the road.

    “Move on!” he barked, waving for his bannerman to give the signal for the army to continue its march. “We make for the Ri'Wolin Pass, if any wish to follow us.”

    The bannerman gave another long blast on his horn, and the army began to march out of the town. Along with the steady stamp of heavy feet, the sound of rapidly conversing voices rose.

    Jray noted that a group of men were working their way against the wave of soldiers back toward the town hall. It was not long before his son and the Elder managed to break through the mass of bodies to stand at the base of the boulder he stood upon.

    “The men and I want to know what you're thinking, Jray'Ov,” the Elder said, leaning on his crooked staff and watching the soldiers pass wearily by as if the order to continue marching had further exhausted them. “And frankly I'd like to know why you think it's a good idea to stick around here, with an invading army making its way toward us.”

    Jray nodded, and hopped down from the boulder. Looking his son in the eye, he placed his hand on his shoulder.

    “Are you staying?”

    Ro'Val gave a curt nod, grinning ruefully. “You think Ti'dara would forgive me if I left again, or uprooted her and the family?”

    Squeezing his son's shoulder and nodding, Jray turned to the Elder. “You will all hear my reasoning. Let us join those gathering in the town hall...”

Let me know what you think! :)
~ J D White


Made to Praise

~ Designed by Kate

Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory,
for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!
Why should the nations say,
“Where is their God?”
Our God is in the heavens;
he does all that he pleases.
~ Psalm 115:1-3

Praise the Lord!
Praise, O servants of the Lord,
praise the name of the Lord!

Blessed be the name of the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore!
From the rising of the sun to its setting,
the name of the Lord is to be praised!

The Lord is high above all nations,
and his glory above the heavens!
Who is like the Lord our God,
who is seated on high,
who looks far down
on the heavens and the earth?
He raises the poor from the dust
and lifts the needy from the ash heap,
to make them sit with princes,
with the princes of his people.
He gives the barren woman a home,
making her the joyous mother of children.
Praise the Lord!
~ Psalm 113

Praise the Lord, all nations!
Extol him, all peoples!
For great is his steadfast love toward us,
and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever.
Praise the Lord!
~ Psalm 117

 ~ English Standard Version (ESV)


Random Update

Well, I haven't been too diligent about posting - life being what it is ;P :] - but I'm hoping to have a weekly post for several consecutive weeks (at least) starting late September or early November :] . . . (and I'm saying that here so I'll have even more of an incentive to actually finish the stuff I've been working on in a timely fashion ;P ;)

I'm still working on getting Warrior's Fury available for the Nook and other eReaders . . . But unfortunately that and the publication of The Kassul is being pushed back and may not be available until as late as December :/

Hope anyone who finds this has had a great weekend :)

~ J D White
(Psalm 115:1, Psalm 117, Psalm 69:30)


FREE eBook

Heyo all, :D

If you're a Kindle reader, or you have the kindle app for your non-Amazon tablet, you may be interested to know that Warrior's Fury will be FREE to download today and tomorrow! . . . Just click the book cover at the bottom of this post or on the sidebar to go to the link at Amazon.com :)

 Don't know what Warrior's Fury is? CLICK HERE to go to a page with the back cover synopsis and some links to excerpts, concept art, and some 'other info.' (also, there's a pretty good map on that page ;P :) . . . Also, if you do get the book and end up really liking it (or really hating it) I'd love to hear from you! (Just a comment from you on this blog would be great - but a review on Amazon.com or goodreads.com would be cool, too ;P ;)

Oh, and here's a short 'blurb' for the book (written by my good friend, Kate):
   Travel to the Realm of Ivarun and join Harin, Rim, Elsira, and Zeegan on an unforgettable adventure...
     Harin has found a mysterious map, and battle-hardened Rim is only interested in the pay when Harin and his daughter Elsira hire him to protect them on a voyage across the Barren Ocean. Little does Rim know that the journey ahead will change him forever...

Hope you have a great day :D

If the image link isn't working, CLICK HERE to get to the FREE eBook :]


The Kassul - Cover Art

I've posted a few illustrations from Maria Owens in the past - a Taygrit & Ouhlktoo which she did for my novel, Warrior's Fury - but recently she was able to do a digital painting for me to use as the cover for the short story I've recently been working on, The Kassul...

Cover Designed by Maria Owens

Pretty cool, right? Maria is a fantastic illustrator and concept artist, and I was so glad to be able to work with her to get this cover put together.

And, unbeknownst to me, she did the painting in such a way that I'd be able to use it for a full book cover if it ever went to print!

Illustration by Maria Owens


If you'd like to read an excerpt from this upcoming ebook, go ahead and click on 'The Kassul' tab in the menu bar above ;P :]

P.S. Warrior's Fury is now available for the Kindle! ;) Check it out on the sidebar >
P.P.S. I'm sure you've already noticed the new background for my blog . . . but I thought I'd mention it anyway ;P ;)


Flyers and a Book Festival

Heyo All! :D

Check out these flyers that a very good friend of mine helped me design!

There's 500 half-sheet flyers in that first picture . . . . 'Why so many' do you ask? To which I respond with the reason for the second half of the title for this post ;P :]

This Saturday I will be selling (and/or signing) copies of Warrior's Fury from a booth at a book festival in Downtown Portland (from 11am to 5pm) . . . It's the 5th Annual NW Book Festival at Pioneer Courthouse Square and we're looking forward to seeing a lot of people and sharing our appreciation for great books!

Click HERE To Find Out More

Thank you, and I hope everyone has a great week :D


Marks in the Sky

A cool breeze relieved the dry dustiness of the air between the two largest barns on the lands belonging to Jray`Ov.

The breeze also threw hay-dust into Jray`Ov’s face. Closing his eyes, Jray waved his arm for someone to take his place and took a few steps to the side as he attempted to rub the dust from his eyes.

Ah, the wonderful things that one gets to experience in a day’s work on a farm, he thought ruefully.

“Are you all right, seyr?”

“Yes, yes, of course, just keep at it.” Jray waved back at the men still unloading the wagon as he blinked the last of the irritant from his eyes. “I’d much rather have the livestock’s grain stored and out of the way before it comes time for the harvest of our own grain.”

Jray nodded to the man that handed him a flask of water before returning to help the others. They had nearly finished stacking half of the bales beneath the cover hanging out of the side of the barn that housed the few dozen beasts that Jray raised for various purposes.

Taking a swig from the flask, Jray pressed his other hand against the small of his back as he turned to survey the small hayfield that he kept up for the livestock. The field lay on the west side of the barns and was sectioned off from the rest of his farmland by a six-foot rock wall that had originally been the beginnings of an ancient fort that had long been forgotten.

As he stared at the wall – slightly higher in some places than others – he wondered if the walls were indeed intended to be used by the Othrarians who had constructed them.

Thinking of the inhabitants of the neighboring kingdom, Jray was reminded of the recent rumors he had heard of contentions rising between Kroal’Ishlon, king of Othrar, and Fi’Siondo, the king of Rowltho.

Supposedly armies were amassing over some unreasonable request made by the envoy of Kroal’Ishlon to Fi’Siondo. Jray had never met his king, but - though nothing he had heard of Fi’Siondo gave him any desire to do so – he hadn’t sounded like the kind of man to begin a feud lightly.

It had been years since Jray had actually made it a point to keep in contact with anyone who was informed on the state of the kingdom and its stance with its neighbors, but he had heard plenty of rumors about tension growing in the villages and cities residing along the length of the Border River that separated Rowltho and Othrar. Supposedly part of it had to do with Othrarian accusations against merchants from Rowlthoan who were – according to the Othrarians, the rumor spreaders would stress – charging an excessive amount for the foodstuffs that they peddled.

That actual tension between the kingdoms could develop over greedy merchants and food Jray found hard to believe, so he doubted the rumors’ accuracy.

Should actually send a letter asking some questions and see what’s starting the rumors, he thought, lifting his wide-brimmed hat from his head to run his hand through his sweaty, tangled hair.

“Look, Grandfather!”

Jray turned and looked down to find Ze’Donoa, his grandson, holding up an insect for his inspection. The boy’s bright green eyes were wide with expectation.

Smiling, Jray nodded and tousled the boy’s thick, curly hair.

Suddenly the hair on the back of Jray’s neck stood on end as another gust of wind, stronger this time, blew in from the north-west.

A barely discernable whistle itched at Jray’s hearing, and he tilted his head in an attempt to pinpoint its cause. He jolted back at the succession of thunderclaps that struck overhead and looked up to find streaks of wispy cloud-like streaks of glowing color – their ends pointing north-west and south-east – in the otherwise clear sky.

Every muscle in his body tensing as he felt the light wash of Power prickle his skin, Jray clenched his jaw.

“What was that, Grandfather?” Ze’Donoa asked taking hold of his hand. “What are those strange clouds in the sky?”

Nayrl Flash-marks. A group of dosh are making their way with great haste to Reglan’Rowltho or another city along the Border River,” Jray whispered turning his head to look in the direction which the dissipating trails of pure nayrl indicated the dosh were headed.

“Something must have happened,” one of the men atop the wagon said, causing a chorus of whispers to rise from the rest of the group standing around the wagon.

“Some dosh are known for their tendency to do whatever they please,” Jray said in a louder voice, turning to look at his servants. “Let’s not assume they are moving in force until we know it is fact.”

A dozen more thunder claps drowned out Jray’s last word, and he glanced up just in time to see a small figure burst off in the same direction as the other dosh must have gone, leaving a glowing trail among the other shimmering Flash-marks.

Seyr Jray’Ov!” Someone called from up the path leading to the village.

Jray walked out from between the barns to meet the young man who was frantically waving his arms as he dashed up the path.

“The Othrarian army has struck at several cities along the Border!” the man huffed as he slumped to a stop, dazed fear in his wide eyes. “We are at war. . .”


Art from Friends, Part 4

Recently I was able to attain some more concept paintings (digital) from +Maria Owens, a friend of mine who is far better at art than I...

This is the result of my describing an Ouhlktoo to her:

She originally did a sketch similar to this on paper as I described the creature's head to her . . . then she came back to me a couple of weeks later with this digital version xD

Then she moved into a full creature sketch :]
I think she captured the potentially sinister nature of the Ouhlktoo perfectly. And I can totally see a creature sixteen feet tall having a wingspan of that size (anyone who knows bird anatomy and stuff like that feel free to correct my ignorance ;) . . . also, I really like the way she got the antlers to fit on its head - I've tried to sketch this thing dozens of times and could never quite get it to look right, even with some references to work from :P :]

I am amazed, impressed, and inspired by her attention to anatomy even though it's just a made up critter :)
And then she surprised me with a really epic, full size, rendered version!!! xD


Great stuff, right? Much gratitude to +Maria Owens  for her generous contribution to my odd ideas ;P :]


Concept Art: Rim - Improved

So, I kept looking at the illustration I did of Rim (the main character of Warrior's Fury), and could not escape that infamous, 'artist' thought: "that doesn't look even close to what I wanted!" ;P ;)

Well, I finally gave in and did some 'improving' to the original illustration. Though it still isn't 'fantastic' by my reckoning, I do think it is far more better than the original :] . . . If nothing else, the color composition is a little better ;P

~ Rimmegoan Dayor
Oh, and in the process of going through the Photoshop layers to figure out how I was going to make the changes I wanted to - I found this and just thought it looked 'cool' :P xD

~ Rim in line drawing with some color ;P :]
Hope you like the improved illustration! :D


The LORD, my Sustainer...

Thank you, Father in Heaven, for your grace and mercy in my life. You are the only reason I can stand.
Praise be to Your holy Name.
In the precious name of Your Son I pray, Amen.
~ J D White


Blessed be the Name of the LORD

Singing His praises, in the midst of all the things of this life . . . because He is worthy of so much more than I could ever do or say...


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Some Thoughts

Realized yet again that I don't have anything posted this week . . . so thought I'd jot down a few things in case anyone was interested or paying attention ;P ;)

God is a Faithful Instructor: (Psalm 25:8-9, 12, Deuteronomy 8:5, Hebrews 12:6, etc...)
For a long time (i.e. my whole life) I have hated to participate in 'social events' or anything that stands on a lot of ceremony (i.e. anything that requires I 'dress nice') . . . but recently I was having a conversation with a friend along those lines and I pin-pointed one of my frustrations as the fact that we often do not deliberately direct our attention - or that of others - to far better reasons to be gathering together: the praise of God, the glory and majesty of our LORD and Savior, Jesus Christ, etc...

Then my friend pointed out that I should then implement what I was talking about in an upcoming event (something of a graduation ceremony) that we have to prepare. Instantly I felt utterly foolish and absolutely delighted at the same time. Through my friend the Holy Spirit had just shown me two things: 1- I should not view 'social occasions' with disdain or irritation because I would rather do something else, but should instead view them as an opportunity to speak of Christ with and exhort fellow believers in the ways of our loving King (or share Christ with non-believers) and 2- I must strive to practically apply the growing desire to involve the praise, worship, honoring, and lifting up of God in everything that I do :D

1 Corinthians 10:31, Philippians 4:8, Colossians 3:17, etc...

Friends are great soundboards: (Proverbs 15:22)
Obviously to truly learn and grow it is best to have conversations and study-time with people older and wiser than yourself or your peers, but I have recently noticed how helpful it is to have a good friend with whom you can talk or share your ideas that helps in articulating them or finding the weak points in those ideas . . . also, it's great to find a subject and hear others' opinion or thoughts on it rather than my own (I still haven't come even close to mastering the 'art of listening' :P :)

And now I look at the clock and think I should be heading to bed ;P :) . . . so I'll close and thank you for reading this short little tangent summarizing the thoughts and 'lessons' I have had/encountered over the last few weeks :]

Isn't it awe-inspiring that there are so many more ways that we can honor and praise the Lord than many of us ever think! xD

"And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him." ~ Colossians 3:17

Soli Deo Gloria!
Psalm 115:1, Psalm 117


Grace Like Rain - a Painting

Original Oil Painting - Grace Like Rain

The idea for this painting came to me while listening to Todd Agnew’s song, Grace Like Rain.

I could see a man – his clothes worn, torn, and stained, and his skin covered in grime – standing in the light of the setting sun while a soft rain fell around him. And anywhere the clear water touched his outstretched arms and upturned face, the water glowed with pure white light and washed away the grime and stains, mending the tears in his clothing as it turned the cloth as white as freshly fallen snow.

God’s grace is poured out upon us completely outside of our control and is capable of perfect cleansing. (Exodus 33:19, Romans 9, Ezekiel 36:21-28, Ephesians 2:4-10, Romans 5:15-17). We can do insignificant things that attempt to block the rain of God’s grace from touching us, but He is able to defeat every single one of our pathetic shields. His grace is so awe inspiringly pure and terrifyingly powerful – and yet, at times can be so gentle – it can wash away the filth of our sin-soaked selves and give us the precious gift of Salvation by our LORD and King, Jesus Christ.

“. . . for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus . . .” ~ Romans 3:23-24

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I Once was lost but now I’m found
Was blind but now I see so clearly

Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away, washed away

(from “Grace Like Rain” by Todd Agnew)

This is a picture of the painting in different lighting conditions ;P :) . . . only because I thought the one above is a little more 'vibrant' than the painting looks in person :]


The Importance of Scripture

All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work. ~ 2 Timothy 3:16-17

Over the last couple of weeks I have been trying to find a way to express my thoughts on how we should view the Bible. The process was brought on by the fact that I was asked to give a ‘talk’ to a group of kids.

Because of the stipulation that I ‘should not read - or “throw” - too many Bible verses at them’ I suddenly was impressed with an almost overpowering urge to talk about the importance of Scripture and the fact that we should highly esteem it and appreciate the precious gift of being able to hold the very Word of God in our hands.

I understood the reasoning behind the suggestion to keep the Bible verses to a minimum (the kids – being between 9 and 16 – may get lost, confused, disinterested, etc.) And I also can understand the accompanying suggestion to ‘tell stories’ or ‘tie a visual knot’ around what Scripture I did quote. (Obviously some people – especially children – learn more easily with a tangible or relatable example.)

What gets at me when I hear people saying that these methods are more important then reading uninterrupted lengths of Scripture to kids, is the implication that we are running under one of two assumptions (or both at the same time): 1- that kids cannot understand the Word of God unless it is given to them in tiny bites or entertaining forms, or 2- that kids would become disinterested or confused if you do not follow the assumption of number 1.

Again, I don’t think that it is ‘wrong’ to simplify Bible stories and Biblical concepts for children (I happen to know people who do a very good job sharing the truths of the Bible in that manner). But what I do want, is to encourage all of us to expect more from the children around us. They are capable of understanding a lot more than we give them credit for. And I especially believe that we can trust God to guide them even when we only give them His Word – without using things that we think will make it more ‘fun’ or ‘relatable’ (or, without pandering to the “I don’t want to put brain-power into learning something that doesn’t entertain me” mindset)…

I’m not very good at ‘constructive criticism’ – which is why I struggled with this for a while. Nevertheless, I wanted to be able to speak to the kids in an encouraging way and exhort them to be excited and more appreciative of God’s Word. But I found myself unable to look at it from any other angle than “there is something wrong with us if we don’t like reading the Bible because it’s ‘boring.’”

Needless to say, I was not feeling too good about the talk . . . And then God finally showed me what I was doing and understanding wrong.

1-    I had not been praying for myself with the proper mindset.
2-    I had not been praying for the kids I wanted to encourage.
3-    Despite the fact that I was going through the motions of prayer, I was not relying on God   to give me the answer to my ‘problem.’

My LORD is so kind and gentle that He showed me all of these slowly and gently until He finally just gave me the answer to how and what I should say, the night before I was to say it.

I had been talking to a friend of mine, trying to convey my difficulty, when they said (paraphrasing – because I can’t remember exact words :P ;): ‘give examples and draw them in; find one thing that you can relate to how important the Bible is’ – and then my friend wrote these simple words in my notebook:

- Communication (texting, email, facebook, etc.)
    --getting to know/enjoy friendships
- Communicating with God
    --through His Word + prayer
- Boring? Uninteresting? – that’s okay, HOWEVER, the more you read God’s Word and get to know Him, the more exciting and meaningful you will find it!

I was struck dumb by the sudden sense that – through my friend – God had not only given me plenty to use for my talk, but He had also handed me a rebuke for my lack of trust in Him for ways to communicate an idea.

Though I may not like the fact that there is a problem of viewing the Bible sometimes as ‘boring’ or ‘uninteresting’ – or all the social media and different things our culture so often regards with greater enthusiasm than is truly edifying (and my friend and I talked about these things), they are a reality in our culture. While it is right to want to constructively correct the first, it is not right to incessantly attack/criticize the second…

Anyway, I’ve gotten onto rambling, so I’ll just wrap this up.

I used the examples my friend gave me and encouraged the kids to think about the Scriptures in the context of our love for God and His perfect Love for us – how His Word can strengthen that bond on our side, and help us to appreciate, love and obey Him so much better than we already do…

I read the passage from 2 Timothy quoted above and pointed out how it shows us (in a simple statement) that the Bible teaches so many things that affect every single area of our lives. I didn’t elaborate too far on that, as I wanted to stress God’s worthiness of our love and appreciation, and our allowing that to manifest in part through loving His Word and through offering prayer and praises to Him.

I also thought to mention Jesus’ statement, “If you love me, you will keep my commandments.” (John 14:15) and tied it to the simple fact that, if loving His commandments is a way we can love God Himself, how can we do that without knowing those commandments?

So, in the end, I only talked for a little bit and prayed for the kids, leaving things to God’s perfect plan and loving hands. I hope and pray that, in the future, as I continue to grow and interact with more children (as is inevitable in my line of work), the LORD will continue to humble me and increase my love for and pleasure in Him, so that His work in me will manifest itself in greater love and compassion for those around me…

~ J D White


"Forget Miricales Preach Holiness" by Leonard Ravenhill

A great trail of thought from Leonard Ravenhill

John 5:14, John 8:11, Ephesians 4:28, Matthew 5:29-30. . .


Joy From Christ, Not Your Performance (Sermon'Jam')

Didn't have much to say this week or last, so I thought I'd post an encouraging reminder that it's not about us, it's about the thrice holy LORD and King, God and Creator of the universe! :)

~ J D White


A Couple Interesting Videos

Okay, my brother recently showed me these videos . . . and I found them hilarious, but sad also. I think this kid's got some good points, and his viewpoint has enough discernment that it makes his statements (again) sad but true...

Five Reasons College Might Be a Waste of Your Time

The One About Missions Trips

What do you think?


I Press On, That I May Know Him!

Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. ~ Philippians 3:12 ESV


An Excerpt from The Kassul ...Part 2

As promised, here is the last half of the excerpt I posted here. . .

. . .  “A warning,” the young man stated, pointing to each line of runes as he continued. “In both Veerzhun and Zhue-orlzin dialects. The symbols have changed slightly in the last dozen centuries, but it’s still understandable.” His bright, pure blue eyes never ceased moving as they examined every miniscule detail of the sign. “All right, it’s only slightly understandable. It’s clearly a warning to stay away – but it looks as though the writing goes into more detail. I can’t make sense of it.”
    Lemit stepped back as the Jenoce turned to look down the path at the black-haired man who stood apart from the small group. “Vozhen, can you make any sense of this?”
    The Zhue-orlzin seemed not to have heard him, his bright green eyes narrowed and the dark skin of his forehead furrowed in concentration as he stared up at the towering castle. His gauntleted right hand subconsciously gripped the blunt edge of the massive sword strapped to his back. The metal-plated glove, made up largely of fol-ty and encompassing his entire right arm, ended in a thick leather shoulder pad attached to his sleeveless tunic. Both the extensive gauntlet and the ridiculously large sword were marks of his position as a Zholdun of the Jezhoaldun.
    “Can’t any of you feel that?” The broad-shouldered Zhue-orlzin looked rigid and alert, a far cry from his usual carefree manner.
    Lemit arched an eyebrow and cast about him, searching for anything out of the ordinary.
    “If you mean the immense Power radiating from the structure, then yes,” Zholin answered. “Legend has it that a few of the strongholds of the Old Houses were trapped long ago in a state of limbo between the worlds of Khytowg and our own Ivarun.”
    As the Veerzhun spoke, Lemit noticed a massive accumulation of nayrl in the direction of the building and a constant pulse of energy emanating from it. The building suddenly took on a far more surreal and dangerous aura as Lemit stared down the broken and overgrown black stone path.
    “Now that doesn’t make any sense,” he whispered to himself. A silence fell between the men and he felt their eyes on him. “Li`neen has a far more attuned ability to detect nayrl than I do,” he stated. “Why would she enter a building practically bathed in the stuff?”
    “Perhaps she was curious as to why so much nayrl was collected about the building,” Vozhen supplied as he walked back over to join the trio standing at the gate.
    Lemit gave him a look that left no doubt of his opinion on that guess. “Giant, manmade, inanimate objects soaked in nayrl have never boded well for good situations in our experience,” he stated flatly as he drew his gun and cocked off the safety, getting a sharp, quick whine of power from the disyldon in response.
    “So you expect to find her in some dire situation involving a crazed Nayrldosh or a colossal monster that was trapped in there a millennia ago.” Zholin made it a statement of fact as he crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow.
    The Nanhew did not reply, he merely holstered his weapon and started down the broken path toward the foreboding structure.
    “Right.” Zholin exchanged a look with Vozhen as he spoke before turning to follow Lemit. Shrugging, Vozhen took the huge sword from his back and followed, leaving the small Quyd to stare after them in disbelief. . .

And there you have it, combined with the excerpt I posted last week, this makes up the entire opening chapter of my latest project, The Kassul (which is planned to be published in ebook format later this year) . . . Let me know what you think! :)

Hope everyone has a great week!     Psalm 7:17

P.S. I hope to eventually have some more concept art up - for this and for Warrior's Fury . . . and I hope to post some more Scripture related stuff soon...


An Excerpt from The Kassul ...Part 1

Well, I still haven't gotten a satisfactory amount of comments to post the alternate ending of Warrior's Fury ;P :) (although it is interesting that so many people have +1ed it, should I count those? :P :) . . . so, partly to sulk (jk) and partly to try something new I'll be posting the Real 'sneak peek' of my upcoming ebook in two parts. . . (You can see the 'not-real' sneak peek HERE :P :)

So, without further ado, here is the first half of an excerpt from The Kassul...


The dark spires of the towering castle looked like small needles pricking into the grey, cloud-like vapors far overhead.  Though not impressive in perimeter, the ominous structure made up for its lack of ground cover with its height, so that Lemit Vydin had to strain to see the eroding overhangs of the highest tower.
    Even from a distance, the abandoned castle had appeared neglected.  Now, Lemit’s dark sapphire eyes quickly surveyed rotting window frames where jagged pieces of stained glass still remained, vines climbing black stone walls, and tangled weeds overgrowing the fenced-off yard surrounding the disconcerting building.
    All in all it was not a place he would have chosen to explore if given the choice.
    “You’re sure she went in there?” he asked of the short creature standing to his left, making no effort to conceal his annoyance.
    The purple-fur-covered Quyd had found Lemit in Trader’s Square, close to the south-eastern outskirts of Zhoahlon, and had interrupted Lemit in the middle of a deal he was going over with a potential client. It was hard enough to find work in the half-decrepit city of Zhoahlon, residing in an enormous cavern – known as Lyzhin – almost ten miles beneath the northern icecaps of Arn, without a furry little maniac biting the first customer that came to call.
    Ignoring Lemit’s frustration, the four-foot Quyd nodded vigorously. “Yup, I warned ‘er and tried to stop ‘er. But she juss ignored me an’ went righ’ on in.” The small man looped his thumbs in his belt and let his shoulders droop slightly as he wrinkled his black, animal-like nose in thought. “She seemed kinda distant actually – juss starin’ ahead a’ the doors as if somethin’ was callin’ to ‘er.”
    Li’neen, Lemit’s sister, was the girl in question. A voracious reader fascinated by all things involving nayrl and history, she helped him with some of his jobs whenever they involved an inordinate amount of research. That very morning Li’neen had told him that she had found something interesting in the Great Archives and was going to investigate an ancient structure still standing about half a mile out in the dusty plain of Lyzhin.
    “Yeah, that’ll be her insatiable curiosity,” Lemit said, shaking his head and resting his hand against the grip of the disyldon holstered on his right thigh.
    “Insatiable curiosity or not, can’t your sister read?”
    Lemit turned to Zholin, who stood at the gate next to a sign inscribed with Zhue-orlzin and Veerzhun runes.
    “And, if not written messages, then at least between the lines?” The young Veerzhun man lifted an arm to indicate the sign and then the castle as he spoke, his heavy tabard-like cape parting at the front to allow him to do so. The shin-length cape, woven of strands of a dark blue ore known as nowlrik, marked him as a Jenoce of the Jezhoaldun; though, contrary to tradition, Zholin wore it with the top few buckles unfastened so that the whole of his young face could be seen, framed handsomely by black hair that glistened with a silver-blue sparkle even in the dull light of Lyzhin.
    “Well that depends.” Lemit paused as he stepped over to join the Jenoce by the sign. “What kind of writing are we talking about?”. . . . .

(Announcer's Voice: "Tune in next week to find out more!" ........ okay, yeah, that'd just be cheesy :P :)

I'll be posting the rest of this chapter next week, but bring on the comments/questions if you have any - I'd love to know what you think!

Have a great week! :D


A Question

I haven't posted anything for Warrior's Fury recently, sooo.... I was thinking of posting the 'alternate ending' that I wrote for the book.

But, a friend of mine suggested I ask and see if anyone was interested in reading it first :)

So, anyone interested in reading an alternate ending to Warrior's Fury? Comment and let me know! However, there's a little bit of a catch, I won't post it unless I get at least 10 affirmative comments :P :)

Well, I'll leave it at that, hope everyone has a great week! :D


A Digital Painting

Fallen in the Street by J D White
I'm planning on doing a little more to this Photoshop painting that I did in one of the recent Computer Art classes I took, but I thought I might as well share it now since I haven't posted a digital painting in a while :P ;)


A Painting

I recently finished a four panel painting based on a photo my brother took while he was in Ecuador. . .

Though you can't see it very well in this picture^ the frame was built and deigned by my father :)


Really Vague Sneak Peek

Heyo all, just thought I'd let you know that I've got a short book in the works that I'm hoping to have published as an ebook by this summer (at the latest). . . . And so that this post isn't just one or two lines of text, I'll post a few rough concept drawings for the story ;P :)

NOTE: Sorry about the quality of some of them, but they really are rough sketches so I figured nobody would care if they could see them perfectly or not ;)

More info coming soon! :)


A Map

Okay, this is seriously late in coming, but I was able to throw together this map yesterday and thought it'd be better to post than having nothing . . . But I am still planning on doing a world map :)

The dotted line is the route the Giou-Zeeganzy took to get from the harbors of Khohodym, to Tonnon, to the island of the Great Pillar.

But, like I said, this still has a lot of work that needs doing. I want to include Ehtondym to the north of Khohodym (along with quite a few other markers that need to go on the ocean as well as Melyund) and a compass. . . I'll get to it eventually (maybe not soon though). . . . .

Let me know what you think! :)
~ J D White


Saturday Night Sermon

I was going to post A Friday Night in the Promised Land, which is also by Eric Ludy, but I couldn't find an available video so I posted the one above instead - since it kind of followed the same premise . . . But I do suggest you go to the link above and download (and Listen to) the other sermon, because it focuses more on the concept that Christ should be our All in All. . .

Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire. ~ Hebrews 12:28-29 ESV

So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God. ~ 1 Corinthians 10:31 ESV

Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. ~ Philippians 4:5-8 NASB

And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. ~ Colossians 3:17 ESV

Psalm 63 . . . Colossians 3:1-17 . . . Ephesians 1:15-23 . . . 1 Thessalonians 5:16-24


Praise the Lord!