A verse came to mind, one that has comforted Kari before. It was the shortest verse in the Bible: Jesus wept. If he cried over Jerusalem, if he cried over the death of Lazarus, surely he was crying now over the death of her dreams, the death of her marriage.

Real love never fails.

You don't have love without sacrifice; you can't have sacrifice without love.

You can't base your decisions on anyone's opinion but yours and God's.

Reader loyalty will stay because I'm not changing.

I developed a deep sadness for celebrities, a pity that they often are caught in a plastic world that runs too hard and too fast, and that many times that world means destroyed relationships with everyone they know and love.

You need to get down among the people who are the dirtiest and dustiest, and the depravity, and you need to see Christ's light shining there.