If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that you’ve got no say in what other people do with their lives. Everyone makes their own choices, good or bad.
I gave up what I can't keep for something I can never lose.
He stopped and glared at her. It’s a lifetime commitment in my book, lady. It’s not an arrangement you nullify when things get a little tough to bear.
Every God demands sacrifice. What sacrifice does your God require?' 'Obedience.
Come, let us return to the Lord; for he has torn, that he may heal us; he has stricken, and he will bind us up. HOSEA 6 : 1
Better the discomfort that leads to repentance and restoration than temporal comfort and eternal damnation.
What-ifs went around and around in her head. What if Mama
You touch that young woman, and I will see you hang.
Sometimes God has to destroy in order to save. He has to wound in order to heal.
Michael sat down behind her. He put his strong legs on either side of her and pulled her back against him. Just wait. She wanted to resist his embrace, but she was too cold to fight him. For what? He...
Michael had once read to her how God had cast a man and woman out of paradise. Yet, for all their human faults and failures. God had shown them the way back in.
Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails. PROVERBS 19 : 21
Lord, he said heavily. Lord, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. But he knew he was going to marry that girl anyway.
Jesus was with her, but she couldn’t see Him; she couldn’t touch Him. Never one for hugs and kisses from anyone but Niclas, she missed human touch. Why
It’s not for me to condemn anyone, no matter what they do, but I fear for her. God knows.
I don't want to fall in love with you,' she said, pushing away. 'why not?''because you'll just end up using it against me.
Hormonal changes permanently alter the breast's structure. And when a pregnancy is terminated through abortion, the process is interrupted, which leaves cells in a sate of transition. And they say cel...
Grief is deeper when the sun goes down and memories rise up with the moon and stars.
Fagan hated what his father was, but he still loved him. I reckon that's the way God is. Loving us enough to send Jesus but hating the way we live. Hating the sin, not the sinner.
Do you really think God’s plan will collapse over the frailties of one man’s temper?