I Came To Christ In My Early

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.

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.

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

The General Market Wants What I Do.

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.