When Elizabeth was alive he had felt young and vibrant, perfectly intent on living another thirty years by her side. But these days he felt slow, tired, as if half his heart had stopped beating right...
What will the coming years look like, Lord? What brilliant moments of joy, what moments of growth, what times of heartache are ahead? For a moment, just thinking about the possibility of unknown sorro...
We must remember how to love, remember what’s important, and remember God’s truth as it applies to our relationships.
We can trust Him with the plans He has for our lives.
Things were good in her life—very good. God had spared her in more ways than one, and now she was exactly where she belonged.
The years go by too quickly to waste them in silent prisons of hate.
The way of a fool seems right to him, but a wise man listens to advice.
The apostle Paul said it best. For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. How could they do anything but celebrate this moment? All of them would face it one day … in a fraction of an instant, in t...
Teamwork creates synergy and chemistry. We become unbreakable and believable.
THE THIRD DOSE OF pain meds wore off around one in the morning. They must have, because that’s when Tyler sat straight up and slammed his hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t scream out loud. The pain s...
Somehow dying was like that. A sense of nervousness and finality and sorrow because for a season, they wouldn’t be together.
She liked thinking that people in heaven had a window to earth, a way to see what they needed to pray about, but through the tearless veil of heaven’s understanding.
She felt the loss, much as he must’ve been feeling it. There would be no friendship forged, no chance at love. The canyon between their worlds had proved greater than any bridge that might’ve spanned...
Proof that life would go on — no matter what devastating news had come into their lives that week.
Prayer makes a difference.
People fell. They sinned and made mistakes and acted out crazy decisions that went against everything they knew to be true. And even then there was room for redemption.
Over the years, their visits and conversations happened less frequently, but that never mattered. They had he sort of friendship that withstood time.
Love always involves fear. There are no guarantees about tomorrow for any of us. But in the meantime, while we’re waiting for answers … while we’re wondering what’s at the end of this road … I want to...
It would almost be easier to never see her again tan to look into her eyes and know she'd left her love for him somewhere in the past.
It was one thing to pray for a Christmas miracle, to believe in one. It was something else entirely to see it happen before their eyes.