—PSALM 115:1 (NIV) You Can’t Hurry Love holds a special place in my heart because there’s a little bit of my own love story woven into this novella. I met my husband, Rob, the summer after he graduated from the US Air Force Academy. At the time, I lived in Maryland and he was heading to his first...
The same orange neon sign spelled out the restaurant’s name in looping cursive letters across the side of the brick building. The white and green awning still covered the outdoor patio, filled with diners sitting at the black wrought-iron tables and chairs. When he walked inside, the back wall st...
He just didn’t know how much. Of course, he did the job. Went to the meetings. Read the emails. And at the end of every workday, he crossed another date off his desk calendar. Another twenty-four hours closer to the medical board. One less obstacle standing between him and flying. He clicked the ...
Feeling lost in the crowd that was her family of loud, gregarious brothers and sisters, and waiting to discover something—a sport, a talent, a college major, a ministry—that would help her feel “found.” The first time Reid had said, “I love you,” Bellamy was no longer lost...
Energy pulsed through the area, strongest where the participants for the next heat of the Aspen Mass Mudder assembled in the waiting area. The constant rumble of voices, threaded through with laughter and the blare of music through loudspeakers, was an unrelenting wave of vocal thunder—rising, re...