The Dividing Stone by Anita Estes ~ a review

 

Margo’s intention was to discover more about her ancestors and her family’s history. Instead, she uncovered evil. THE DIVIDING STONE is a supernatural mystery/thriller, much along the lines of a Frank Peretti novel, depicting the forces of evil in a tirade against heavenly angelic forces.

Margo is a potter in the small town of New Coven, where she lives with her husband Chris. She discovers a note handwritten by an now deceased relative warning her there is great evil and danger in New Coven, which used to be named New Covenant. Immediately, she begins having troubling prophetic dreams. She discovers the existence of the Dividing Stone, actually two circular stones welded together. One half is in Egyptian hieroglyphics and the other in Celtic lettering. She learns the dark purpose of this stone is division: breaking up Christian marriages and causing church splits, even death to believers. At times the story has an eerie quality. Yet it also has the quick plot twists of a contemporary mystery/thriller.

A smartly dressed, sophisticated man comes to town. He’s known to Margo and Chris as Bill Guiles and begins attending their church. His real name is Bill Guiles Eville and he’s a fairly high ranking member of a dangerous, occult secret society. He fooled a number of townspeople and members of their church, including the pastor. Bill senses Margo has deep spiritual discernment and it enrages him. He vows to destroy her. The town has a group of very strong prayer warriors. As the struggle between good and evil supernatural forces plays out in the heavens, it became very stirring and vivid. This is a novel that will stir the soul of anyone interested in the supernatural, as well as anyone who loves a fast paced mystery.

Why Pray? ~ National Day of Prayer

Since I saw the movie War Room with my good friend, author Jenna Victoria, I’ve been praying a lot more. That film prompted e to stick my formal, written prayers up on the side of my refrigerator [my war room]. That led to me talking to God in my head a lot more. I used to converse in my haed with a an absent, respected friend in order to work something out. Increasingly, I find myself having those types of convos with God.

What I found from these talks with God was an intimacy was taking shape. Without realizing it, I was building a relationship with my Lord and Savior.

As prayer became more of a normal part of my life, I internalized that I was indeed a child of God with certain rights and priveleges (and responsibilities) in the kingdom. I was able to make a few difficult decisions with greater peace, without obsessing about the opinions of people. Did I ponder what others might think of me? Yes, I did, and then I moved on with what I had determined was the right thing to do. The result was, I had peace with it.

Do I forget to pray? Yes. Am I always in peace? No, oh, heavens no. Am I still a whiner? Sometimes, yes. But my prayer life has improved and my life is richer for it.