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Secular Writers Can Tell A Story About The Physical, The Emotional, And The Intellectual Parts Of A Character. But No Matter How Well They Tell The Story, They Miss A Facet That Is Innately Part Of All Of Us - The Spiritual.

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.

They'd Had Fun, For Sure. They Laughed And Enjoyed Being Together. But If She Was Painfully Honest With Herself, Something Was Missing. Something In The Way Tim Looked At Her. She Remembered Her Mom's Word. "i Saw The Way He Looked At You...he Adores You." Maybe That Was It. Tim Looked At Her On A Surface Level. He Smiled And Seemed Happy To See Her. But When Cody Looked At Her, There Were No Layers Left, Nothing Her Didn't Reveal, Nothing He Couldn't See. He Didn't Really Look At Her So Much As He Looked Into Her. To The Deepest, Most Real Places In Her Heart And Soul.

The Eagle Had Two Natural Enemies: Storms And Serpents. He Embraced The Storm, Waiting On The Rock For The Right Thermal Current And Then Using That To Carry Him Higher. While Other Birds Were Taking Cover, The Eagle Was Soaring. An Eagle Would Never Fight Against The Storms Of Life.

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.