The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where once stood two women with a dozen years of memories and tears and conversation and laughterโwhere once stood two women closer than sistersโnow stood two strangers.
Karen KingsburyA 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.
Karen KingsburyMy 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.
Karen KingsburyThe death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where once stood two women with a dozen years of memories and tears and conversation and laughterโwhere once stood two women closer than sistersโnow stood two strangers.
Karen Kingsbury