You have one chance to write the story of your life. Make it a bestseller.
Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.
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...
He wished he had feelings for Andi, wanted to be interested in her...But there were 10 quick reasons why he wasn't interested. The biggest: Bailey Flanigan. He could hear her laugh from across the roo...
Wrinkles was her big gray cat. Sierra named him Wrinkles because when he was a little baby he had a wrinkly face. He slept in Sierra's room, but not always on the bed. Mommy said that was 'cause Wrink...
I told you... I've changed. God changed me.
Real love lets you figure out the answers by yourself. It says good-bye for a season and prays for your return. Real love understands about love and sacrifice and is willing to live accordingly.
He called it The Bridge because that was how felt about books. They connected the past and the present, the present and the future. Books brought people together and gave them a path to worlds they wo...
We don’t have time to hold a grudge against someone. They could be gone before sundown.
As I watched bookstores close, I began to wonder how that felt for the owners. Owning a bookstore was their dream and now they're struggling and seeing those dreams fall apart.
Innocence was something that grew in the heart and shone through the eyes.
I’ve asked God to make it clear. He can either shut the door or open it. I don’t want it unless He wants it for me.
Her heart was talking now...
But God had showed her where she needed to be, and the answer was clearer than water.
That’s real love. Living in the moment, knowing that even if you only have today together, that would be enough.
It is. But it’s like so many stories where God is the author. His fingerprints mark every chapter.
She and Peter had been through counseling, and they understood that parents can only do so much to protect their children and that ultimately they belong to God first.
She’d simply pray for a chance to talk to Dayne, and maybe in the process he’d find his way back to the faith his parents had taught him. It was one more reason God must’ve allowed this opportunity.
It would be a year next Monday, a year since she’d left them. More and more he found himself reliving her final weeks, that crazy emotional roller coaster when the best and worst of times came togethe...
God had been faithful time and time and time again. That was the type of God the Baxters served. No, they didn’t always get the answers they wanted. But they always got the right answers, even now wit...