They called him a comical genius and carried his stories carefully home, and they wondered at how the stories spilled out on the way, for they never sounded the same repeated in their own kitchens.
A home with a loving and loyal husband and wife is the supreme setting in which children can be reared in love and righteousness and in which the spiritual and physical needs of children can be met.
Our children belong to God. We're only given them on loan from heaven. Sometimes God calls them home sooner tan we expected.
You called me and said you were home and wanted to go out for a pizza." "I did? What time is it?" "Time for pizza," [Catarina] replied.
The greatest source of security our children have in this world is a God-honoring, Christ-centered marriage between their parents.
Thank you," she said. "For making me have dinner with you." He laughed. "Next time maybe I'll really torture you and take you to a movie." Next time.
Their love story had ended long ago, and yet one smile from him brought it all back, the joy, the heartache, everything. True love stories never have endings.
War is the greatest evil Satan has invented to corrupt our hearts and souls. We should honor our soldiers, but we should never honor war.
He was home, but he wasn't. He had gotten where he had to go, but he hadn't. He had found out who he was, but he didn't know why it had failed to satify his questions.
Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.
Why, could the good man not impose his will, control his wife? asked Mrs. Carew, who always made much of masculine authority in her talk with friends but ruled the roost at home.
She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.
...Come home, Bod.' ‘I think . . . I said things to Silas. He’ll be angry.’ ‘If he didn’t care about you, you couldn’t upset him,’ was all she said.
As if we'd fall for an obvious trap like that," said Happy. "We're not going to fall for an obvious trap like that, are we? Oh shit, we are. I want to go home.
...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.
What would our hospitality look like if we believed that Jesus’s death on the cross was the measure of God’s compassion for someone?
Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.
If you slave away every day at a job you hate and come home drained and frustrated, what is that teaching your kids?
Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's gone sour and the honey's stolen.
But [Coca-Cola] was also genuinely welcomed by the servicemen in far-flung military bases: Coca-Cola reminded them of home and helped to maintain morale.
If we never had the courage to take a leap of faith, we'd be cheating God out of a chance to mount us up with wings like eagles and watch us soar.
