She headed for a wide flat rock on the creek’s bank, her posture still demanding ‘no trespassing’ but no longer ‘trespassers will be shot.

[Christ] has accomplished your salvation. But He has not yet perfected your circumstances. Do not be confused in the two.

When you pray, all heaven prays with you. That’s a mighty army.

Life peels us like an onion and every layer is softer and sweeter.

So little I know in my innocence. Ideals, like pebbles in a stream wash away, wash away. Life makes no sense.

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.