Real Love Never Fails.

A Verse Came To Mind, One That Has Comforted Kari Before. It Was The Shortest Verse In The Bible: Jesus Wept. If He Cried Over Jerusalem, If He Cried Over The Death Of Lazarus, Surely He Was Crying Now Over The Death Of Her Dreams, The Death Of Her Marriage.

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

The Next Time That Boy Pursues You, He Better Do It Like A Dying Man Looking For Water In A Desert. When It's The Right Guy, You'll Know, Because He'll Cherish You.

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

I Write About The Trials And Triumphs Of Contemporary Life - And Often The Readers See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.