I call it God Light, because it reminds me of heaven. Every time the light shines through the window we built or any window at all, you'll know I'm right there with you, okay? That's going to be me. I'll be the light in the window.

I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.

I know we loved each other, but distance can do strange things to people and before I was willing to tell you about it, I wanted to be certain that it would last

I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others.

Two weeks together, that’s all it took, two weeks for me to fall in love with you. ♥

I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

What was it, he wondered for the hundredth time, that enabled Pastor Harris to hear the answers in his heart? What did he mean when he said he felt God’s presence? Steve supposed he could ask Pastor Harris directly, but he doubted that would do any good. How could anyone explain such a thing? It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.