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.

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.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.

I came to Christ in my early 20s.

I tell of hearts and souls and dances... Butterflies and second chances; Desperate ones and dreamers bound, Seeking life from barren ground, Who suffer on in earthly fate The bitter pain of agony hate, Might but they stop and here forgive Would break the bonds to breathe and live And find that God in goodness brings A chance for change, the hope of wings To rest in Him, and self to die And so become a butterfly.

I always knew I wanted to be a writer.

They'd had fun, for sure. They laughed and enjoyed being together. But if she was painfully honest with herself, something was missing. Something in the way Tim looked at her. She remembered her mom's word. "I saw the way he looked at you...he adores you." Maybe that was it. Tim looked at her on a surface level. He smiled and seemed happy to see her. But When Cody looked at her, there were no layers left, nothing her didn't reveal, nothing he couldn't see. He didn't really look at her so much as he looked into her. To the deepest, most real places in her heart and soul.