Love Happens When People Forgive.

It's Not How We Fall That Defines Us As Christians. It's How We Get Up Again.

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.

I Always Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer.

New Steps. That's What It Amounted To. The Two Of Them Were Learning The Steps That Would Bring Them Together, A Dance That Would Take Them Into Forever. A Dance That Could Be Nothing Less Than God's Plan For Their Lives.

Readers Need To See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.