God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.
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.
Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.
You need to have time to really hear God.
I came to Christ in my early 20s.
Readers need to see themselves between the lines of the story.