These are real women. Not your normal fictional Christians, they are all dealing with life as best they can and having to be reminded that God is in control so they need to be constantly looking to Him. I started with this book, so I guess I need to go back and read the Potluck series so I can ge...
The way she had been when I was a child. Her lovely voice sang each of the haunting verses of the Elton John song “Candle in the Wind” while glowing candles illuminated her beauty. As her song faded, a breeze blew through her hair and the candles flickered. She whispered, You never knew me, you n...
He typed as fast as his two index fingers would allow. Behind the laptop, Woodward and Bernstein wrestled with each other like two sumo wrestlers, spewing wood shavings and pushing them into small hills along the cage’s edge. Clay barely noticed. He was Clay Whitefield, ace reporter, and he’d see...