You can't base your decisions on anyone's opinion but yours and God's.
God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.
It's never too late with truth. It stands outside time.
Secular writers can tell a story about the physical, the emotional, and the intellectual parts of a character. But no matter how well they tell the story, they miss a facet that is innately part of all of us - the spiritual.
I write about the trials and triumphs of contemporary life - and often the readers see themselves between the lines of the story.
New steps. That's what it amounted to. The two of them were learning the steps that would bring them together, a dance that would take them into forever. A dance that could be nothing less than God's plan for their lives.
They'd had fun, for sure. They laughed and enjoyed being together. But if she was painfully honest with herself, something was missing. Something in the way Tim looked at her. She remembered her mom's word. "I saw the way he looked at you...he adores you." Maybe that was it. Tim looked at her on a surface level. He smiled and seemed happy to see her. But When Cody looked at her, there were no layers left, nothing her didn't reveal, nothing he couldn't see. He didn't really look at her so much as he looked into her. To the deepest, most real places in her heart and soul.
We must remember how to love, remember what's important, and remember God's truth as it applies to our relationships.
Perfect love drives out fear
You need to have time to really hear God.
The eagle had two natural enemies: storms and serpents. He embraced the storm, waiting on the rock for the right thermal current and then using that to carry him higher. While other birds were taking cover, the eagle was soaring. An eagle would never fight against the storms of life.
I'm receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken.
My parents used to say faith wasn't something you could pretend about. It wasn't real unless it looked like faith and acted like faith.
I developed a deep sadness for celebrities, a pity that they often are caught in a plastic world that runs too hard and too fast, and that many times that world means destroyed relationships with everyone they know and love.
The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where once stood two women with a dozen years of memories and tears and conversation and laughter—where once stood two women closer than sisters—now stood two strangers.
A verse came to mind, one that has comforted Kari before. It was the shortest verse in the Bible: Jesus wept. If he cried over Jerusalem, if he cried over the death of Lazarus, surely he was crying now over the death of her dreams, the death of her marriage.
Because love was a light that wouldn't allow darkness to reign in his soul.
Pray on all occasions." Unlocked page 38.
Her eyes held an endless kind of love for him.
I'm probably the most loquacious author when it comes to my dedications. The reason is there is some symbolism there. I've been writing these books, bringing these stories to my readers who I love so much, and I have a greater love for my family.
Reader loyalty will stay because I'm not changing.
Real love never fails.
Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.
My characters are not plastic.
sunshine is just beyond the clouds" Carl Joesph Gunner
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