The General Market Wants What I Do.

Real Love Never Fails.

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.

Three Years? That's A Thousand Tomorrows, Ma'am.

Christmas Is A Time To Mark Our Progress Through This Earthly Journey. Because Of Christmas, This We Know: Christ Was Born For Us. He Is Love, And The Plans He Has For Us Always Surpass Our Own.

You Need To Get Down Among The People Who Are The Dirtiest And Dustiest, And The Depravity, And You Need To See Christ's Light Shining There.