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 laughter—where once stood two women closer than sisters—now stood two strangers.

The next time that boy pursues you, he better do it like a dying man looking for water in a desert. When it's the right guy, you'll know, because he'll cherish you.

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.

I always knew I wanted to be a writer.

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.

Love well, laugh often and live well for Christ.

Friends don't get jealous of each other or begrudge the other for finding success. They celebrate every victory together.