Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.
If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?
But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete.
Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?
She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.
What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?