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.

New steps. That's what it amounted to. The two of them were learning the steps that would bring them together, a dance that would take them into forever. A dance that could be nothing less than God's plan for their lives.

God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.

The more bad choices you make, the less bad your choices seem.

You're gifted to do something.

My parents used to say faith wasn't something you could pretend about. It wasn't real unless it looked like faith and acted like faith.

My characters are not plastic.