Annie Douglass Lima’s New Book

More than just a coloring book, this inspirational activity book will help you relax, unwind, and enjoy some creative fun while hiding God’s Word in your heart. 
The 35 separate verses and passages are printed in colorable word art with decorative borders, blank on the back to make them easier to remove and frame or display, if desired. Each one is accompanied by two different activities or puzzles featuring the verse or key words from it. 

Hide it in Your Heart is an ideal Scripture memorization aid for Christian schools, homeschool programs, Sunday schools, or your own personal use. Children and adults will enjoy learning, practicing, and meditating on these artistically presented verses from the New International Version Bible. 

Proceeds from the sale of Hide it In Your Heart will be donated to to help provide a translation of God’s Word for a particular people group in East Asia who do not yet have the Bible in their own language.

Here are a few sample coloring and activity pages from Hide it In Your Heart. If you’d like to color them or complete the word puzzles, click here to access a PDF that you can download and print.
Hide it In Your Heart is available in paperback on Amazon. Click here to order your copy for $8.99. 
HOWEVER, you can get it for 15% off if you order it here on CreateSpace with coupon code JZBVVBH8The code can be used an unlimited number of times and will not expire, so feel free to order as many copies as you like for family and friends. Hide it In Your Heart makes a great gift for anyone who enjoys word puzzles, coloring, or God’s word! 
You’re welcome to share the code with others, too.
Happy coloring!

Morrison Academy




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About the Author:

Annie Douglass Lima spent most of her childhood in
Kenya and later graduated from Biola University in Southern California. She and
her husband Floyd currently live in Taiwan, where she teaches fifth grade at
Morrison Academy. She has been writing poetry, short stories, and novels since
her childhood, and to date has published thirteen books (two YA action and
adventure novels, four fantasies, a puppet script, five anthologies of her
students’ poetry, and a Scripture coloring and activity book). Besides writing,
her hobbies include reading (especially fantasy and science fiction),
scrapbooking, and international travel.

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Buster’s Legacy is Released!

BUSTER’S LEGACY, Book Five of the Adventure Chronicles is now available. To celebrate the release, all of the other ebooks have been lowered to 99 cents each (with the exception of Book One, which is always FREE). Jump on this while you can because the prices will go back up soon!

Busters Legacy-eBook

Four disappearances in Jameston, Missouri, have come before the brutal murder of one of the Renegades. When the killers leave graffiti indicating that the attack was due to the victim’s link to Adventure, Renegade leader Ben Shalley opens a line of communication with Jamie Raleigh that brings the ninja and his friends into town to investigate.

Complicating matters, three friends from Thera have come to the Mother World to find a demonic ruby that may be linked to the troubles. But what does all of this have to do with a short story that Buster Goodman wrote when he was thirteen?

Heroes and villains must join forces to battle a greater darkness. And, in the process, a few souls may be saved.

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Legacy Blog #9: The Antenna

My Beloved Daughter,

In the early 1980s, television wasn’t digital yet.  Analog signals were sent out from the television stations and could be picked up by nearby T.V.s with the “rabbit ear” antennae on the back of the sets.

We weren’t close enough.

Van Buren had cable . . . if you lived in town.  The house that my family lived in was eight miles outside of Van Buren’s city limits, ensuring that we were too far away to get cable.  Also, the mini-dish systems, like Dish Network, didn’t come around until the mid-1990s.

They did have satellite dishes (called “C-Band” dishes) that were as big as a small car.  You would move them up and down to catch signals from the various television satellites that orbit the planet.  You could see channels from all over the world, in various languages.  Or, so I hear.  See, those dishes cost you to purchase them.  Thousands of dollars.  So, we had another option.

Attached to the front of our house, standing taller than said house, was our antenna.  We could use it to get two, sometimes three channels.  The three channels were Channel 8 from Jonesboro, AR, Channel 12 from Cape Girardeau, and, when the sky was REALLY clear, Channel 6 from Paducah, KY.

The top of the antenna had to be pointed in the direction of the television station.  I can remember going outside, planting my feet, and turning that monstrosity . . . all the while listening to Grandpa Chuck or Grandma Pat yelling, “Keep going!  A little more!  More!  Back the other way!  WOAH!!!”

After school cartoons were a staple of the 1980s, if you had cable.  For us, there was a half-hour Bozo the clown show that played on Channel 8 when I got home from school.  When I was in the first grade, one of the channels showed the original Star Trek series every afternoon.  I also watched the old sitcom, “I Dream of Jeannie.”

Another side-effect of this set-up was that we often ended up with the same “special programming” (i.e. sporting events) on all three channels.  Your Grandpa Chuck would groan a mild expletive, turn off the television and pick up a book.  If it was in the evening, I would do the same thing.

But, for the most part, I played outside.  I didn’t have any real friends who lived near me, so I kept myself occupied in worlds of make-believe.  Worlds that have found their way into the books that I write.

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Guest Post by Scott Bayles

I met Pastor Scott Bayles at the 2014 Cape Girardeau Comic-Con.  Founder of the ministry, Costumers for Christ, he and his friends (and now mine) minister to our fellow geeks with the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  When I asked him to write a guest blog on what we can learn from a super villains, he readily agreed.


While piddling around on YouTube the other day, I came across a video titled Everything Great About Avengers: Age of Ultron which prompted me to rewatch the movie. As the video points out, there is lots to love about this movie—so many great moments both laugh-out-loud and stand-up-and-cheer. Perhaps the most compelling aspect of the movie, though, is the titular villain—Ultron.

Since his first appearance in Avengers #54 (1968), Ultron has evolved into one the greatest villains in the Marvel Universe. Originally created by Hank Pym (aka Ant-Man) as an artificial intelligence programmed to achieve peace and order in the world, Ultron concludes, “Humanity is inherently flawed. Observation and analysis suggest humanity is encoded with chaotic and violent tendencies that cannot be overcome… The only way to achieve peace is through the elimination of those who perpetuate war” (Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes; Season 1, Episode 22). Thus, Ultron sets out to rid the world of humanity.

In the film version, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner team up to create Ultron for similar purposes. But, just as in previous incarnations, Ultron redefines his programming and seeks to remake the world in his image. Rarely have I seen a villain with such a penchant for biblical allusions.

When he comes face to face with the Avengers, Ultron greets only one of our heroes with sarcastic disdain: “Captain America-God’s righteous man.” Ultron means this as an insult, but he’s actually correct (remember Cap’s memorable line: “There’s only one God ma’am. And I’m pretty He doesn’t dress like that.”).

In another scene, when Ultron lays claim to a chunk of precious, indestructible vibranium, he quotes Jesus, saying, “Upon this rock, I will build my church.”

Later, Ultron assures Wanda and Pietro, “The human race will have every opportunity to improve.” Doubtful, Pietro questions, “And if they don’t?” Ultron answers, “Ask Noah… When the earth starts to settle God throws a stone at it. And believe me—he’s winding up.” Ultron sees humanity as wayward, self-destructive and in need of a good cleansing. The mechanical monster seems to frame himself as a wrathful deity—a creative being who wants to work with a blank slate.

To me, this latest incarnation of Ultron (and perhaps all previous ones as well) represents the dangers of making for ourselves “gods cast of metal” (Leviticus 19:4). Wittingly or not, Tony Stark created for himself a false god—a god in whom he placed his trust. Obviously, that trust was misplaced. All too often, we make the same mistake. False gods come in many forms—money, power, fame, possessions, sex, drugs, whiskey, even the god of self. Anything that takes the place of the One True God in our hearts and lives becomes a god of our own making. And it always ends badly.

Fortunately, we have a couple resources for conquering these lesser gods.

The first is Scripture. In Avengers #68 (1969), Ultron experiences one of his greatest defeats. When Ultron tries to pry a pivotal piece of information from Ant-Man’s mind, the hero crashes Ultron’s positronic brain by focusing his thoughts on a single phrase, repeated over and over in his mind. Ultron cries, “My mind… filling with thoughts I cannot bear! No! I was prepared to receive any scientific formula… any arcane knowledge… but not this… not this!” When his fellow Avengers ask Ant-Man what phrase caused the mechanical menace to overload, Hank Pym replies, “A simple phrase, Avengers… and an ancient one… ‘thou shalt not kill.’” That’s right! The words of Scripture (the Ten Commandment to be exact) enabled Ant-Man to vanquish this “god cast of metal.” And, like Ant-Man, we always have the Word of God at our disposal. By focusing our thoughts on Scripture, we can avoid settling for lesser gods.

Furthermore, we have the church. Early in the film, Ultron visits a church. “This church is in the exact center of the city,” he explains. “The elders decreed it so that everyone could be equally close to God.” Fittingly, it’s in this same church where the Avengers battle Ultron’s minions in the movie’s climactic conclusion. But remember, the church isn’t a place… it’s people. When Ultron asks, “How do you hope to stop me?” Iron Man nods to Captain America and replies, “Like the old man said—together!” The same is true for us. The church is the center of it all. Together—working side by side, hand in hand—we can keep each other accountable and overcome the gods of this world.

In the Old Testament, whenever Israel repented and returned to the Lord, they would destroy all of their carved statues and metal idols and tear down all of their altars. Maybe it’s time for us to do the same. What “gods cast of metal” do you need to tear down?


Be sure to check out Scott’s book, Holy Heroes: The Gospel According to DC and Marvel, on Amazon!

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Legacy Blog #8 The Move to Van Buren

My Beloved Daughter,

The move from St. Charles to Van Buren (both Missouri, obviously) was a major interruption to our lives.  Well, I was three, so it wasn’t so much for me.  Your Uncle Greg was always pretty easy-going, so it didn’t seem to bother him.

Your Uncle Kenny hated it.

Aside from the cost of living being so high in St. Charles, I think the primary reason that we moved was that your Uncle Kenny was always getting in trouble with the law.  He was only fourteen and was already getting into fights all over the neighborhood we lived in, Powell Terrace.  Fists and knives were the weapons with which he was proficient and your grandparents feared that he might kill somebody or be killed.

In 1978, while visiting Grandpa Chuck’s parents, we discovered that there was a house for rent up the road from them.  Add in a job opening at the saw mill that was at the end of their country road and Grandpa Chuck was bound and determined to move.

I don’t remember whose vehicle I road in but I do know Grandpa Chuck, who had no patience for Kenny’s rage, made him ride with Grandma Pat, who had unlimited patience.

The house that we moved in was a three bedroom house that had, MANY years before, been a country store.  It wasn’t in the best of conditions, from what I remember.  I can remember playing in the living room floor while the adults and teens were painting the walls.

The land that we lived on was four acres.  We had a number of different blackberry and raspberry bushes, along with a wild strawberry patch.  I can remember walking around those bushes to pick blackberries, also walking up and down the road and doing the same.  I would carry a paper bag but, for every one berry that found its way into the bag, two would end up in my mouth.  That was the neat thing about wild berries.  You didn’t have to worry about insecticides and having to wash them before eating them.

Eventually, the landlord offered to sell your grandparents the house and land for the grand price of $7000.  He even offered to allow them to make payments at a low interest rate.  After your Great-Grandpa Winfred parked a camping trailer on the land, they ended up borrowing a lump sum from him to pay it off.  Then they paid him back at zero interest.

Over the course of our time there, your Grandpa Chuck left the saw mill and went to work on the river.  Your Uncle Kenny met his first wife and moved her into a camping trailer on the land before marrying her in 1985.  Uncle Greg began a tempestuous, on-again, off-again, relationship with woman who would eventually become his wife and Jaimilee’s mother.

And then there was the antenna.  But that’s a story for next time . …

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Legacy Blog #7 Grandpa Chuck’s Earlier Ailments

My Beloved Daughter,

The sheer number of your grandpa’s hospitalizations almost became a humorous farce in his later days.  Whenever he would come down with pneumonia (complicated by his emphysema), we would have to take him to the hospital.  As the nurse would check him in, she’d ask him to verbally list his past hospitalizations.  By the time he had finished the list, everyone in the room was laughing so hard that they were in tears.

Grandpa was almost proud of some of his pains.  When he was younger (before he met your Grandma Pat), he fell off of a three-story building, breaking his jaw and his leg.  He also knocked enough of his teeth out of his mouth that they had to pull them all and he had dentures for the rest of his life.  I can remember how he’d stick his bottom teeth out at us kids, causing fits of childish giggles.  Like his father, Grandpa Chuck was playful towards children.  I can remember him sticking his bottom dentures out at you and you had the same reaction.  Regarding his hospitalization for that fall, he would tell us that the nurses would come in and wake him up so that they could give him something to help him sleep.

When I was around three years of age, I remember us visiting my dad’s parents.  It couldn’t have been long before we moved down there.  Anyway, he took my cousin, Mark’s, dirt bike (kind of a small motorcycle) for a ride up the old country road that they (and, eventually, we) lived on.  The ride should have taken just a few minutes.  After about half-an-hour, your Grandma was ready to go looking for him when he came walking down the road.  I remember him holding his arms folded across his chest, like he was deep in thought.  But he was holding his shoulder, like it was hurting.

He had flipped the bike and broken his collarbone.  We had to drive around to numerous medical clinics to find one who would accept someone without insurance (remember how the Union got him fired?).  The bone didn’t set properly and he always had a bump there, even later in life.

Another medical issue he had, when I was just a little older, was his hernia.  I was in elementary school when he hurt himself at work on the boat, having to have surgery to fix the tear in the lining of his stomach.  I remember how much pain he was in whenever I would sit on his lap before the surgery.  I’d get an “Ow, son!”  But he wouldn’t make me get up.

Over the course of these writings, I’m going to be discussing Grandpa Chuck’s health, as it had such an effect on my childhood.  The fact that he worked until his health was shattered just serves to remind me how much he loved his family.

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Legacy Blog #6 Hussmann and the Labor Union

My Beloved Daughter,

Your Grandpa Chuck worked as a foreman at Hussmann in the mid-1970s.  I don’t know much about what he did.  Here’s what I do know:

Sometime after I was born, the labor union wanted a raise of a nickel for the employees.  In the 1970s, that would have been a pretty big raise.  The higher-ups explained that they couldn’t afford the raise at that time.

Needless to say, the union bosses weren’t happy about this.  They called for a strike.  Your Grandpa, who was making enough already to support a family of five without your Grandma Pat having to work, voted against the strike.

He was outvoted.

The strike caused him to not be able to work, as members of the union couldn’t cross the picket line.  Hussmann just brought in temps to do the job for less than they were already paying your Grandpa.  Then, they “busted” the union (a term your Grandpa used . . . I don’t know if that’s a proper term).  Everyone lost his and her job (including your Aunt Bonnie’s husband, Uncle Patrick).

Your Grandfather understood something way back then about artificially raising the working wage.  He understood that forcing an employer to pay more than they can afford will cause them to make hard decisions.  We see that now, as cities like Seattle, WA, and Washington, D.C., are seeing businesses being forced to close when those cities enforce the raising of minimum wage.

But, back to the story at hand.  I don’t really know what your grandfather’s political views were.  I do know that he never trusted unions again.  He considered them bullies who were only doing what they could to get the employee’s money.


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