There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas—that’s the rule
Aunt Bethany: Is Rusty still in the navy?
Art: It was an ugly tree anyway.
Christmas is a blanket that warms our cold hearts.
Hot cocoa and cold toes remind me of Christmas.
There has been only one Christmas -- the rest are anniversaries.
Captain: Define "hoe-down". Ship's Computer: Hoe-down: A social gathering at which lively dancing would take place. Captain: [AUTO appears near the captain] AUTO! Earth is amazing! These are called "farms". Humans would put seeds in the ground, pour ...
I wish I could make him understand that a loving good heart is riches enough, and that without it intellect is poverty.
When you find complete acceptance in the Father, you will no longer stress about what others believe, think or say about you.
If there were several ways to dwell with a perfect God, God wouldn't have had to leave His glory, entering a dead world to save us.
I pray that the Holy Spirit puts His Words in my mouth, His movement in my heart and His direction in my path.
A deeper intimacy with God sharpens our awareness of sin, which causes a stronger need for grace and a freer offering of mercy.
It's better to have no control and be in the center of God's plan for your life than have total control and be completely lost to your destiny.
The heart easily commends and condemns itself, depending on our wave like performance. That is why we must base our worth in Jesus alone.
I don't want to forget my origin: I'm an eternal spirit placed in a body put on this earth for only a short time to fulfill a purpose.
Every time I try to be righteous by my own actions, God reminds me my righteousness comes from Jesus alone.
An imagination submitted to the movement of the Holy Spirit is a powerful tool in the hands of God to write testaments of His glory.
When Eve ate the apple her knowledge increased. But God liked dumb women so Paradise ceased. Gwen Goodnight. Her Work.
He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.
Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore." Eve
What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.
