Some Stories Stayed With You Even When

But What We Are Given Is Taken As Well, So That We Know God's Glory Comes To Us From His Will Alone.

Only Her Death Could Prove Her Innocence; A Circle Of Impossible, Deathly Judgement.

I Hate It When People Tell Me The End Of The Story Because My Mother Always Read The Last Page Of A Novel First To See Whether She Wanted To Read It. It Was A Strange Reading Habit.

Ironically, Now That My Children Are Older And Gone Quite A Bit, I Find It Harder To Work When They're Not Around. Too Much Free Time!

I Think We Are Bound To, And By, Nature. We May Want To Deny This Connection And Try To Believe We Control The External World, But Every Time There's A Snowstorm Or Drought, We Know Our Fate Is Tied To The World Around Us