I Write About True-life Type Things.

God, Please Now My Future See, Make It Clear Where I Should Be. Open Windows, Close The Doors, Not My Will, My God, But Yours.

As Long As He Was Breathing, God's Greatest Task For Him Was Not Yet Finished. His Highest Purpose In Life Was Still Unfulfilled. ... God Still Had Plans For Him.

I'm Receiving 300 To 500 Letters Every Week From People Telling Me That God Used My Stories To Save Their Marriage Or To Introduce Them To Christ Or To Heal A Relationship That Had Been Broken.

Life Changes, People Come And Go And Seasons Never Last. Karen Kingsbury # Leaving

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.