Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.
We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.
Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do.
Love. That was what she had that IT did not have.
Wild nights are my glory!
Easter is always the answer to "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!"