There are moments when a memory does not behave the way we expect it to. Instead of quietly staying in the past, it steps forward as if it has been waiting for the right moment to return. It arrives unexpectedly through a familiar scent, the sound of a distant song, or the sudden recognition of a place you have not visited in years. You may pause, unsettled by how vivid the feeling is, almost as if the memory is not something you are recalling, but something that is reaching back toward you.

As a writer of supernatural thrillers, I have always been fascinated by the way memory operates. In fiction, memories often become doorways into forgotten events, hidden truths, or unresolved spiritual conflicts. But I have noticed that real life carries its own version of this phenomenon. Certain memories carry weight. They hold emotion that feels preserved, untouched by time. When they surface, they do not feel distant. They feel present.

I believe memories are more than mental recordings. They are spiritual markers. They remind us where we have been, but sometimes they also remind us who walked beside us while we were there.

There have been times in my own life when a memory returned with such clarity that it felt intentional. I would suddenly remember a moment when I felt uncertain, afraid, or alone. Yet as I revisited that memory years later, I could see details I had overlooked. I could see guidance I had not recognized. I could see prayers that had been answered in ways I did not fully understand at the time.

Memory has a way of revealing truth slowly. It waits until we are ready to understand what we could not grasp when the moment first occurred.

Supernatural storytelling often uses memory as a tool for suspense. A character remembers something they should not have forgotten. A house remembers the people who once lived inside it. A place holds echoes of events that refuse to disappear. These ideas resonate with readers because they mirror something deeply human. We all carry memories that feel unfinished, as if they are still speaking even though the moment itself has passed.

Scripture frequently calls us to remember. Not simply as an act of nostalgia, but as an act of spiritual awareness. Remembering reminds us of God’s faithfulness. It shows us patterns of protection, correction, and mercy that become clearer with distance. When we forget these patterns, fear often feels louder. When we remember them, faith becomes steadier.

Sometimes the memories that return are comforting. Other times they are unsettling. Both have purpose. Comfort reminds us that we have been loved and protected. Discomfort can remind us of lessons we once resisted but now understand more fully. Even painful memories can become evidence of how God carried us through seasons that once felt impossible to survive.

I think readers are drawn to supernatural fiction because it reflects this layered relationship with the past. We sense that time is not as simple as moving forward in a straight line. Certain moments linger. Certain places feel charged with history. Certain experiences follow us, shaping our decisions long after they have ended.

What fascinates me most is how memory can act like a whisper across time. It can guide us away from repeating mistakes. It can encourage us to step forward with courage when we recognize that we have faced darkness before and survived it. Memory can even restore gratitude when we realize how many unseen answers to prayer exist within our own history.

There is also a quieter truth hidden within memory. Sometimes God allows us to revisit certain moments not to relive them, but to reinterpret them. We begin to see His presence woven through events that once appeared random or overwhelming. What once felt like chaos begins to reveal purpose. What once felt like abandonment begins to show signs of protection we were too overwhelmed to notice at the time.

This is why memory can feel alive. It is not trying to trap us in the past. It is trying to teach us something about who we have become and who God has been throughout our journey.

As both a believer and a storyteller, I have learned to listen carefully when certain memories surface unexpectedly. Instead of dismissing them, I ask what they might be revealing. Sometimes they uncover inspiration for a story. Other times they offer quiet reassurance that God’s work in our lives continues long after a moment seems finished.

Perhaps that is one of the most mysterious truths about memory. It does not simply preserve where we have been. It helps illuminate where we are going.

And sometimes, when a memory returns with unusual clarity, it may not be asking you to look backward at all. It may be inviting you to recognize how faithfully you have been guided every step of the way. https://www.maryannpoll.com/

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There is a particular kind of moment that fascinates me both as a writer and as a believer. It is not the moment when danger first appears. It is not even the moment when fear reaches its highest point. It is the moment that comes afterward. The realization that something was present all along, quietly standing watch when you thought you were completely alone.

Most of us have experienced a version of this, whether we admit it or not. It might come as a memory that surfaces years later. A time when you narrowly avoided a situation you should not have walked away from. A strange sense of calm during a moment when panic would have made more sense. A sudden change in direction that felt impulsive at the time but later revealed itself as protection.

As a storyteller, I am drawn to these moments because they carry a different kind of tension. Not the tension of immediate fear, but the deeper, more unsettling awareness that unseen forces move through our lives in ways we rarely recognize while they are happening. My characters often discover too late that they were not alone in the dark hallway, the empty road, or the silent house. Sometimes that presence is dangerous. Sometimes it is protective. The uncertainty between those two possibilities is where many of my stories begin.

In real life, we are often far less attentive to these moments. We are trained to look for explanations that feel safe and reasonable. Coincidence. Luck. Timing. We tidy up our experiences with logic because mystery feels uncomfortable. Mystery asks us to admit that we do not control everything, and for many people, that is a difficult truth to accept.

Yet Scripture consistently reminds us that we live in a world layered with both visible and invisible realities. Not all of them are meant to frighten us. Some are meant to remind us that God’s presence does not operate within the limits of what we can see or measure. Protection does not always arrive with warning sirens. Often it comes quietly, almost unnoticed, guiding steps, closing doors, or placing a subtle pause inside our spirit that makes us reconsider our next move.

I have come to believe that one of the greatest gifts God gives us is the ability to sense His presence without fully understanding it. That gentle awareness has saved people from decisions that would have led them into harm. It has redirected lives in ways that only make sense in hindsight. It has provided peace during moments when circumstances offered no logical reason to feel safe.

When I write supernatural thrillers, I try to capture that delicate balance between fear and faith. Darkness is real. Evil is real. But so is protection. So is intervention. So is the quiet authority of God standing in places we cannot see, holding back forces we may never fully comprehend. My goal is not simply to frighten readers, but to remind them that the unseen world is far more complex than we often imagine.

I think about how many times we walk through ordinary days unaware of what might be unfolding around us. We step into our routines, travel familiar roads, and sit in rooms we have occupied countless times before. Everything appears predictable. Everything feels known. Yet if we could pull back the veil for even a moment, I suspect we would be astonished by how active the unseen realm truly is.

There is comfort in that thought, even though it carries a trace of awe. We are not navigating this life alone, even when silence surrounds us and answers seem distant. God’s presence is not dependent on our awareness. He remains steady whether we recognize Him or not. And sometimes, long after a frightening or uncertain season has passed, we are given the quiet realization that we were guided, shielded, or redirected in ways we never saw at the time.

Those realizations change us. They make us more attentive. More grateful. More willing to trust when the path ahead looks unclear. They remind us that fear does not always mean abandonment. Sometimes fear simply means we are standing at the edge of understanding something larger than ourselves.

Perhaps that is why stories of the supernatural continue to captivate readers. At their core, they explore a truth we instinctively recognize. There is more happening around us than we can explain. And somewhere within that mystery is the steady, unwavering presence of God, watching, guarding, and guiding in ways that rarely announce themselves loudly.

So the next time you find yourself looking back on a moment that could have ended very differently, allow yourself to consider the possibility that you were never truly alone. Sometimes the greatest protection is the kind we do not recognize until we are safely past it.

And sometimes the most powerful stories are not about surviving darkness, but about discovering who was standing beside us while we walked through it.

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There are moments when the world feels unsteady. Not in some distant, abstract way, but right outside our windows and inside our hearts. Storms roll in without asking permission. News arrives heavy and relentless. Plans unravel. Certainty slips through our fingers faster than we expect.

In times like these, fear feels reasonable. Almost logical. The ground shifts, the noise grows louder, and we are tempted to believe we are standing alone in it.

But we are not.

Scripture reminds us that God is not a distant observer, watching from somewhere far removed from our trouble. He is present. Not later. Not eventually. Now. He is a refuge, not because the storm disappears, but because we are not left to face it unprotected.

I think we often misunderstand refuge. We imagine it as escape. A sudden calm where nothing bad can reach us. But real refuge is stronger than that. It is the steady presence that holds when the wind howls. It is peace that does not depend on circumstances behaving themselves.

In my stories, danger rarely arrives quietly. It presses in. It surrounds. It tests what a character truly believes. And in life, we face our own versions of that pressure. The moments when fear whispers worst case scenarios. The nights when sleep comes slowly. The days when strength feels thinner than usual.

This is where faith becomes more than words on a page. It becomes a choice. A decision to trust that even if the earth gives way, even if what felt solid begins to crack, God remains unmoved.

I have learned that calm does not come from controlling the storm. It comes from remembering who stands with us inside it. God does not panic. He does not rush. He does not waver. And when we lean into that truth, something in us steadies as well.

So today, wherever you are and whatever you are facing, know this. You are not unseen. You are not unguarded. You are not abandoned to the chaos. There is refuge available to you, even now.

May you find warmth where the air feels cold. Peace where the noise is loud. And courage to stand, trusting that the One who holds the world also holds you.

 

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There is a reason certain doors appear in our lives more than once.

I am not talking only about physical doors, though those matter too. I am talking about the invitations we sense long before we understand them. The curiosity that lingers. The question that refuses to go away. The feeling that something is calling to us from just beyond the edge of what feels safe.

In my stories, doors are rarely neutral. They represent choice. Awareness. Consequence. Once opened, something changes, even if the character tries to pretend it has not.

In real life, we like to believe curiosity is harmless. We are taught that knowledge is always good and that every question deserves an answer. But anyone who has lived long enough knows this is not always true. Some knowledge comes with weight. Some answers rearrange the room you thought you understood. And some doors, once opened, do not close the way they used to.

I have always believed that God gives us discernment before He gives us explanation. That quiet resistance you feel when you are about to step somewhere you should not is not fear in the way the world defines it. It is warning. It is mercy. It is protection disguised as hesitation.

This is why I do not spell everything out in my books. I trust my readers to recognize the moment when a character crosses a line that cannot be uncrossed. I trust them to feel the shift in the air when something unseen enters the story. Evil does not always announce itself. Often it waits for permission.

What fascinates me, both as a writer and as a believer, is how often we sense the danger and choose to ignore it anyway. We convince ourselves that we are strong enough. Smart enough. Careful enough. But strength does not come from curiosity. It comes from obedience. And wisdom often looks like walking away without needing to know what was on the other side.

There are doors God opens, and when He does, no force can keep them shut. Those doors bring clarity, growth, and purpose, even when the path beyond them is difficult. But there are other doors that exist only as tests. Not every opportunity is an invitation from Heaven.

If there is one thing I hope readers take from my work, it is this. Pay attention to what resists you. Pay attention to the moments when something inside you says no without giving a reason. Faith does not require you to open every door. Sometimes faith is trusting God enough to leave it closed.

Because once you step through the wrong doorway, the darkness does not need to chase you. You have already invited it in.

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I believe deeply in the unseen. As a person of faith, I know that God does not reveal everything to us all at once. We are given enough light for the next step, not the entire path. Mystery is not the enemy of faith. It is often the space where faith grows stronger, where discernment develops, and where truth becomes personal rather than instructed.

That belief shapes the way I write.

I do answer the questions I raise in my books. Every mystery has a resolution. Every thread leads somewhere. What I choose not to do is explain the obvious. I trust my readers too much for that.

We live in a world that expects everything to be spelled out. But in real life, clarity often comes quietly. We notice patterns. We feel a shift in the room. We recognize truth not because it was announced, but because it resonated. I write in that same spirit.

Fear does not come from what we fully understand. It comes from what we almost understand. The moment when something clicks just enough for you to realize what is happening, without being told outright, is far more powerful than any explanation I could provide.

I respect the intuitive leap. I believe readers bring their own insight, experience, and faith into the story. When I allow space for that, the story becomes a shared experience rather than a lecture. The tension lingers. The meaning stays with you. The story continues long after the book is closed.

Think about the moments that unsettled you the most. They were rarely loud or over explained. They were subtle. A pause that lasted too long. A truth revealed sideways. A realization that arrived on its own. Those are the moments that feel real, because they mirror how life actually unfolds.

The unseen does not announce itself. It reveals itself to those who are paying attention.

So when something is implied rather than stated, when a presence is felt before it is named, know that it is intentional. I am not withholding answers. I am inviting discernment.

Not everything needs to be explained to be understood.
Some things are meant to be recognized.

So, when I don’t explain everything in my books, it is intentional. Some mysteries are not explainable on this side of heaven.

 

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