This Christian study guide outlines the actual steps God took the author through on her journey from deep depression to the strength to stand, to healing and finally, to happiness. Its pages are full of God's Word to new Christians, fallen Christians, the down and out, the broken hearted, the human race. A child of the Most High God has nothing to be sad about!

In the first spring of his life, a little colt learns about jealousy and friendship.

When the Irish nationalist Michael Collins signed the Anglo-Irish Treaty in December 1921, he observed to Lord Birkenhead that he may have signed his own death warrant. In August 1922 that prophecy came true when Collins was ambushed, shot and killed by a compatriot, but his vision and legacy lived on. Tim Pat Coogan's biography presents the life of a man whose idealistic vigor and determination were matched by his political realism and organizational abilities. This is the classic biography of the man who created modern Ireland.

This is the landscape of At Last There Is Nothing Left To Say, Matthew Good's debut book of stories. Taking the form of an artist's journal, Good's tales grind through dark, often violent places animated by voices warped by hallucination and flesh chafed by reality. From the ramblings of an opium-riddled adventurer to treatises on life from a mind rattled by the world; from the tragic end of a teen queen to a day in the life of a rock star; from the execution of the Self by the Other to the pull between rules and freedom, this is a landscape located halfway between imagination and reality, a world that rocks between imagination and reality, a world that rocks between sleep and wakefulness, sanity and insanity, sobriety and inebriation.

"My front" denied "Boy's" existence to the world, my fear and ignorance denied him healing, finally my writings set me on the pathway to atonement, and with my conscious atonement "Boy" was salvaged from his exile of nearly fifty years. As I welcomed "Boy" home thru these writings, my time of peace became my living reality. My memories of war were now lived within the bounds of comfortable sadness. I was no longer beleaguered by secreted unwarranted guilt or painful recollections appearing unbidden inside my head. I won my critical battle of life thru these writings. I was always alone while thinking and writing, but I am convinced others were there, unseen, patiently guiding when the pain became too much, allowing the tears to wet my shirt, helping with the words needed for a healing and staying my finger, not allowing that tragic bit of extra pressure on the trigger in the fall of 1989. I did not write alone. I truly did not believe "Boy's" retrieval possible, and I am astounded I accomplished this healing of my essence without knowledge of or consciously being capable of self-therapy, nor why I now feel whole.

When five-year-old Steven Heard's father dies on Christmas morning, his struggle with those who hate him accelerates. Despite having unique connections to the heavens, larger-than-life talent, and intermittent memories of his time before birth, Steven feels the diametrically opposed demands of both love and fear as he endures seasons of desperation and repeatedly asks, aEURoeWhy?aEUR Why does his life need to be so hard? Why is he dominated by the necessity of subsistence? Why doesn't he have peace after achieving financial freedom? Why can't he simply live without fear or enemies? Stripped of all family support and seemingly alone with both injury and misery, he must find a way to stand firm and wait for that destiny which God had promised.