I’d still keep it as my deep, dark secret, except that tonight I have that same burning “you have to share this.” Call me crazy. Maybe I am. But I’ve lived enough life now to know that God does move us. And we’re crazy not to listen when He speaks.
Ever wonder how we got here? What changed the fanciful world from Anne Shirley’s Lake of Shining Waters to the ferocious world of Katniss Everdeen’s Hunger Games?
What was it about their mothers’ world that spurred 1900s women to don suffragette ribbons and attack police officers in their determination to open voting to women?
This book preaches like a sunrise preaches.
Picturesque, unmistakable in its message, and impossible to tear your eyes away from. Okay, not impossible, but I definitely didn’t want to put it down last night and go to sleep.
A couple mornings ago blue lights outside my window startled me awake around 5 am. I peeked out and saw not one, but two police cruisers around a semi pulling a fertilize spreader and a hay elevator.
Involuntarily, her eyes darted to the photo on the wall. How quickly two years passed! Didn’t it seem like yesterday he was a baby? And now her eight-year-old reasoned with all the wisdom of a sage.
“Well, my dear, I awoke at four this morning and had such a precious three hours communing with the Lord.”
Courtney stared at her friend’s perfect manicure and nodded. She inwardly cringed…
Sitting in children’s church, I’d cringe listening to Mr. Leroy and Mrs. Delane as they told us about Adam and Eve’s sin.