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April 20, 2025
Everything Changed at Dawn
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“Just at sunrise, they went to the tomb. … the angel said, ‘Don’t be alarmed. You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead! Look, this is where they laid his body’” (Mark 16:2-6).
Everything changed at dawn.
Light revealed the emptiness left behind
when Life got up and walked out of the tomb.
God does that, the unexpected.
Jesus told His friends (and enemies)
that He wouldn’t stay dead.
They wondered.
From this side of that morning
we scowl at their doubt.
So why, when He says He is with us,
do we stutter and stumble?
We should know better.
He keeps His word.
He loves us.
He lives.
“The light shines in the darkness and the darkness can never extinguish it” (John 1:5).
Dawn changed everything
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COMING SOON!
A second collection of 90 story-devotions for women.
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April 6, 2025
Try Again – Ask Why
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I ask why a lot.
Do you?
Why did mother die?Why did that guy cut me off in traffic?Why did I lose my job? Why has life not gone as I planned?Maybe I’m asking the wrong why. Maybe I should try again.
Why is the trickle of a stream like a song?Why do spring daffodils pop up crisp and pure?Why is my home so warm in winter—my table prepared with food, my friend just a phone call away.Why does God love me?Have you ever asked the wrong why?
Why not change?
Go ahead—try again.
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Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,
things too wonderful for me to know.
Job 42:3 (NIV)
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Try again - ask why.
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“What did your father think of the bread and jam?” the widow said.
Dorrie Berkshire was a straight shooter, but Dan had work to do, so he welcomed it. “He sends his thanks.”
“Why don’t you bring him over for dinner tomorrow. It’s a short jaunt across the road. Do you think he’d be up to it?”
No beating around the bush with her. He looked to Miss Hutton, who seemed as stunned as he was.
“You told me he takes the waters at the hotel two or three times a week.” The widow’s yarn ball was growing. “This would be a much shorter trip, and the company might do him good.”
Grace Hutton lowered her head and cleared her throat as if she searched for words but found none.
Dan palmed the side of his face, the stubble longer than usual. Why not come to dinner? His father had perked up at mention of the widow.
“I’ll see how he’s doing and let you know. Do you have a telephone?”
“Hmph!” Dorrie shook her head. “What do I need one of those contraptions for. Just clutter my house. I’ll send Grace over before noon to see if you’re coming. We’ll be prepared either way.” ~Covering Grace
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March 30, 2025
The Everyday Push
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Transition – ugh. That space between one place and another.
Like a portal or threshold between what was and what will be.
Like dying.
I once heard a preacher say that death didn’t bother him. It was the “getting dead” part he didn’t like.
Amen.
But transition is also about living, and without it, everything comes to a standstill.
In this part of the country, spring signals a transition called calving, and the pastures bloom with gamboling newborns. Their bovine mamas came to a moment of transition when everything in them said push. That’s the hard, but essential, part of a new beginning.
Sometimes it’s the everyday push that makes me weary—the pressing on, the longing for change or the next phase in my writing career. And then I read Paul’s words to the Corinthians that “our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all” (2 Corinthians. 4:17).
And I read about Jesus, our Author of Faith, “who for the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross” (Hebrews 12:2).
This spring as bulbs push into blooms and brown breaks out in green, may we remember that transition doesn’t last forever.
In God’s economy, what’s waiting on the other side of transition is always worth the effort.
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The everyday push
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“I just thought you might like to know what these flowers are called,” Whit said. “I’ve seen columbines all white like snow, higher up in the mountains.”
Livvy relaxed and looked again at the wildflowers. Each one bore a white face, yellow center, and long claw-like growths that tapered from the bottom of every lavender petal.
Whit picked one and twirled it slowly in front of her. “See these long tubes? They’re called spurs and they hold the nectar that draws humming birds and bees.”
How did a cowboy know about flowers? She shot a quick glance his way and caught him squinting at the ridge above them.
“Spurs, you say?”
Her remark brought his gaze back to her and his features softened. “Yes, ma’am. Kinda like us cowboys.” For a moment he looked exactly like she remembered him from her previous visits, before he worked for her grandfather. But now he was somehow more…handsome?
“Well, that’s very nice.” Enjoying the cool grass beneath her, she fussed with her skirt, making sure it covered her ankles.
He offered her the flower.
She took it and raised it to her nose. Perhaps the taste attracted the hummingbirds rather than the scent. “So you could call it a cowboy flower, I suppose.”
“You could call it anything you want.” ~Straight to My Heart, Book 2 of The Cañon City Chronicles
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March 23, 2025
All I Want …
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I find myself shying away from
those whose words contain no flame –
people
books
movies
I find myself longing for the power of story,
an ageless warmth that drew crowds from their daily lives
to the words of the Galilean –
to feel the fire build in their heart.
It’s that fire I crave –
The warmth of a woodstove on a spring morning.
The glowing coals of a shepherd’s hill camp
where he settles his flock for the night
cooks his meal
and sleeps to the song of a stream.
It’s that intimacy I long for –
to sit in the presence of One who can
show me how to live simply
with peace
with purpose.
Sometimes, that’s all I want.
Then I pray to you, O Lord.
I say, “You are my place of refuge.
You are all I really want in life.
Psalm 142:5
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All I Want
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Now in audio.A moonless night shrouded the river, and Caleb settled for an unfamiliar clearing when he saw that his earlier camp spot had been taken. He unsaddled and hobbled the horses, tied them together, and looped a lead rope around a saddle horn. At least he’d feel it if someone tried to steal them. Or he’d be trampled to death by his startled mounts.
The open fire warmed his face and feet and offered an odd companionship, another voice to counter that of the river, making him feel not so alone. The remains of his jerked beef teased his stomach into true hunger, and he drank several tin cups of water from the cold river. Glittering stars again filled the sky, reminding him that not many such nights remained before storms gathered against the mighty Rocky Mountains. ~Loving the Horseman
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March 16, 2025
Everything New!
This week marks the arrival of spring – the season of rebirth, renewal, and resurrection. Of all the seasons, I believe it is the closest to those remarkable days when God said, “Let there be—”
The very first thing the Bible says about God is that He created.
No wonder we try to imitate His creativity.
We write, paint, sculpt, sing, plant gardens, train animals, teach children, build houses and furniture, make quilts, cakes, and cars.
Some of us bring order out of chaos in closets, checkbooks, filing systems, and data collections.
Some of us save lives.
Others are compelled to explain and elaborate on what they’ve discovered.
A few of us like to wrangle words. Others wrangle cattle, horses, or toddlers.
No matter what we do, God’s thumbprint is on our hearts. His quiet empowerment helps us do what He designed us to do, and to do it the best way we know how.
As we step into spring, the season of new life, let’s apply the words of Peter – fisherman/water-walker/Jesus-follower:
“…trust your lives to the God who created you, for he will never fail you” (1 Peter 4:19 NLT)
Such encouragement! Not only will He never fail us, He’s also not finished with us either. One day Jesus will say, “Look, I am making everything new!” (Rev. 21:5).
What a day!
Everything new!
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A sudden gust whipped around the corner, hushing the birdsong and rattling the rosebushes. Clouds scuttled past the sun, and in the weakened light, Elizabeth shrank from the prospect of working for Anthony Rochester.
Was it merely his profession that unsettled her so? He’d said or done nothing inappropriate and, in fact, had behaved himself most gentlemanly. Perhaps that was it. He unfaithful husband’s similar manner had once lured her off course, and she vowed never to be led away again. That and her hasty departure from Denver had formed the foundation of her return to Olin Springs, where she hoped to find her footing once more if given the chance.
If Miss Clarke remembered the generous offer of support she made before Elizabeth left the Hatchett law firm, Rochester would receive a favorable reference letter, appearing to be from the elder Hatchett himself.
She shuddered at the implication.
But Anthony Rochester could be her chance at a new beginning. And she was willing to take that chance in spite of her reservations. ~An Unexpected Redemption
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March 9, 2025
Making a Difference: Women’s History Month
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I have a black button-pin with white letters that say: “Well-behaved women rarely make history.” The round pin was left anonymously in my campus mailbox when I taught Creative Writing at Pueblo Community College. A reminder that March was Women’s History Month.
What a great story prompt it was. But the catchy phrase did more than what it was intended to do. It reminded me of women who didn’t make history but made a difference in the lives of those around them—in spite of being well-behaved.
Isn’t this what we want in our own lives? To have an impact on our family and see people change for the better because of our presence and our beliefs?
Scripture mentions one such woman simply as the mother of King Lemuel. She counseled her son on how to be a wise ruler, and he credited her for the advice found in Proverbs 31:1-9. Some scholars believe Lemuel may have been another name for King Solomon who wrote the book of Proverbs.
The remainder of Chapter 31 describes the character of a woman who makes a difference to those around her, and Christian women today still look to these words for guidance. Several blessings conclude the chapter, one of which is:
Her children rise up and called her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her.
Proverbs 31:28
Among biblical women who do not appear to be well-behaved is Job’s wife who encouraged him to “Curse God and die” (Job 2:9). Not exactly a phrase I want to be remembered for. Was she suffering from watching her husband’s suffering? Was she saying, “Enough is enough!”?
Then we have Lot’s wife. What kind of encouragement and instruction did she give her daughters? Had she demonstrated how to trust God? I wonder, since they took circumstances into their own hands in such an ungodly way. You can read about it in Genesis 19:15-38.
Whether we are making history or not, let’s remember that we have a purpose and God has a plan for our lives. Fame and recognition will never measure up to what the Creator has in mind for us. He sees us, and we are His precious daughters.
May we be women who make a difference in the lives of our families and others, not just this month, but every day.
“You are the God who sees me.”
Genesis 16:13
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*For some interesting articles about women in history, check out this Library of Congress page.
Making a difference
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After clearing the supper dishes, Jessica sat close to Corra’s reading chair, clearly anticipating more from the story of Esther. Joe and Pop also waited expectantly, but Josiah went outside. Corra’s heart shrank with loss.
She cut her reading short, ending with, “And if I perish, I perish.” Closing her Bible, she took a chance. “Pop, would you mind saying an evening prayer for us, since Josiah is outdoors and. . .and. . .”
“Sure thing, Miss Corra.”
“Pa’s got his hackles up about something.” Joe uncrossed his long legs and stretched them out in front of him as he gave her a quick look. “Anything happen in town?”
Corra let out a deep sigh. “Not that I know of. Everything seemed just fine on the ride in, other than the passing stage I mentioned earlier. But after he picked me up at the boardinghouse, he didn’t say a word. And not a word all the way home.”
“Nor at the table, either.” Jessica pulled a braid over her shoulder and twirled the end in her fingers.
“That much more reason to pray.” Pop scooted to the edge of his rocker, folded his bent hands, and bowed his head. “Thank You, Lord, for this ranch and this family and this fine woman You sent to share with us from the Good Book. Jerk the slack out o’ Josiah or heal up the hole in his heart. Amen.”
Corra rolled her lips around an exclamation. In all her life she’d not heard such a pointed and heartfelt prayer. ~The Wrangler’s Woman
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March 2, 2025
O Taste and See!
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I don’t even like donuts, but this enthusiastic eater of the doughy delights makes me want one.
Do food commercials affect you that way? What about a billboard with an image of someone chomping into a juicy burger or slurping a double-scoop ice cream cone?
Yeah, that.
No wonder advertisers use visual hooks to get us to buy their products.
We could learn something from these marketers because we “advertise” all the time to our families. People, especially children, often emulate what they see us doing or hear us saying.
What concepts are we touting? Which ideas are we discussing around the dinner table?
Do we even have a dinner table?
The idea that God loves us could be a radical concept to someone who doesn’t know Him. Have we shared that idea?
I’m not talking about preaching or dictating.
I’m talking about sharing and listening. Making others hungry.
Let’s try it this week. Hopefully, our family and friends will want to “taste and see that the Lord is good.”
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Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good;
Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!
Psalm 34:8 NKJV
Taste and See!
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“Please thank your mother for the milk, Todd.” Mae Ann laid a healthy slice of chocolate cake on the neighbor boy’s plate, keenly aware of the foreman’s jealous glare from across the table.
Todd dug in and rolled his eyes. “This is even better than what Sophie makes.”
Deacon huffed.
“More coffee?” Mae Ann held the pot above Deacon’s cup and gave him her warmest smile. She also filled Cade’s and caught his enjoyment of their foreman’s cake-grudging discomfort.
“How far is it to your farm, Todd? I’d love to ride over for a visit.”
“About three miles if you cut across the pasture.” He washed down his last bite with coffee and laid his fork and napkin across his plate. Manners.
Mae Ann nodded approvingly.
“But don’t tell Sophie what I said about your cake or she’ll get her feathers all ruffled and quit baking.”
Mae Ann laughed. “We can’t have that, can we?” She reached for the plates.
He scooted back from the table. “I best get a wiggle on. Ma’ll be lookin’ for me. Thanks for dinner and the cake.”
Deacon mumbled in his mustache, and Mae Ann squelched a laugh. “You are most welcome, Todd. ~An ImproperProposal
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February 23, 2025
Of Rocks and Words
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I remember the day a dump truck backed up my driveway, extended its hydraulic arms, and spilled a stream of crushed rock down the center of the muddy lane—just exactly as I’d ordered. Someone had been carrying off my gravel one chipped rock at a time. Either that, or the clay soil was swallowing it.
Grateful, I watched from the sidelines as one little rock slipped out of the truck’s belly. Then another. Then a flood.
A ¾-inch piece of aggregate doesn’t weigh much. Dig into a pile of it with a rake, and they weigh a lot.
Words are like that too. The right words can lay a strong and firm foundation. But the wrong words can pile up and be nearly impossible to remove.
As a college writing instructor at the time of the driveway delivery, I often began each course with a demonstration of how weighty words could be. An introductory survey helped me get to know the students while reading a sample of their writing.
Some of my questions focused on the course:
“What career are you pursuing?”
“What’s your greatest weakness when it comes to writing?”
Other questions were just for fun:
“If you could travel back in time to witness a historical event, which one would you choose?”
Of the twelve questions on the survey, the last was my favorite:
“If you could take back one sentence you’ve spoken, what would it be?”
By that point, students were comfortable with answering non-threatening questions and were prone to honesty.
Their answers were weighty.
“I quit.”
“I wish you were dead.”
“I’ll buy it.”
“Will you marry me?”
“I will never amount to anything.”
“You’ve ruined my life.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I can visit grandma tomorrow. She will still be there.”
Turned out, she wasn’t.
Of all the answers to this question over my years of teaching, the most often repeated answer was, “I hate you.”
Those three words were frequently directed toward a spouse. Sometimes a parent. But regardless of their target, they left a wound in the speaker that festered to the surface the first day of my class.
Somewhere deep inside us, we regret hateful, misspoken words uttered in the proverbial heat-of-the-moment. We instinctively know they carry the weight that can break a spirit.
We know that the old adage should really say, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can crush my soul.”
Back in the driveway, I knew the rain and snow had contributed to my vanishing layer of rock, helping the mud absorb it the same way we absorb words that build us up and make us feel appreciated, or bury us beneath an unwieldly weight of insignificance.
Innocuous little things, rocks and words.
Choose wisely.
The words of the reckless pierce like swords,
but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Prov. 12:18 NIV
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Choose wisely
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The Bible was still open atop the desk as Grace had left it before. Settling into the old leather chair, she felt a sense of passage, as if entering a hall of wisdom visited by successive generations through the years. She smoothed the pages on either side, the same pages in Jeremiah that had greeted her before, but this time she saw the inked notation in the margin: Isaiah 55:8–9.
Her skin prickled at the handwritten reference, as if her grandfather was sending her a personal message. Quickly she flipped the pages back to the book of the prophet Isaiah and read the verses:
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Disappointment sank into her middle. That was no answer. What did these words even mean? What had her grandfather found in them that was so important he would connect them to Jeremiah’s promise that God thought about them?
She flipped ahead to Jeremiah. “Thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you an expected end.”
As soft as a whisper the directive came, simple and clear. Trust Me.
The words dropped like tiny pebbles in the pool of her soul, spreading ever wider to secret wounds of inadequacy, hinting that she was noticed. Understood. Loved. ~Covering Grace
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February 16, 2025
Give and Take
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Life is full of give and take—sharing. It’s a back-and-forth effort like a swing at the playground.
But, as is often the case in the English language, there can be a play on these two words. What, exactly, are we giving and taking?
Are we giving people a piece of our mind and taking offense?
My first year as a sixth-grade teacher, I sprinkled the classroom walls with quotes, pinning them around the room at the students’ eye level.
One of my favorites was from a desktop calendar:
“Some people find fault like there is a reward for it.”
Zig Ziglar is credited with this witty play on the word “find.” I wanted my students to know that I wasn’t there to find fault with them, but to help them find improvement. There is a difference.
Remember the old adage, “Finders keepers, losers weepers”? That catchy phrase has a rhyming rhythm to it, making it hard to forget. Advertisers charge big bucks for such pithy phrases because they stick in the brain, making consumers more likely to buy the advertised product.
Some words are like that—they stick. Have you noticed? Sometimes they stick like lint or a kiss.
Sometimes like Velcro.
Sometimes like a dart.
Pointed words usually have a barb on the end that keeps us from brushing them off.
Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to take offense when we’re in a conversation that makes us feel like a pin cushion.
I am intrigued by phrases like “find fault” and “take offense.” Our language constructs them in the active voice, making them something that a person does.
Is it possible to abstain from those two activities?
I believe it is but not doing something is like going on a diet or giving up a bad habit—it creates a vacuum that wants to suck in everything in sight. This is why it is often easier to not do one thing if we can do something else in its place.
God gave us a great escape from the vacuum of not taking offense.
The New Testament teacher, Paul, told believers to “Let your conversation be always full of grace …” (Colossians 4:6 NIV). The Message version says, “be gracious in your speech.”
So I guess we have a choice in our give-and-take world. We can give graciousness – grace – and rather than take offense, take a minute to consider the heart behind a harshly spoken word.
When the darts fly, we can diffuse them with for-give-ness.
It may be more blessed to give than to receive (Acts 20:35), but let’s not make it easier to take offense.
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Give and take
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Dan’s eyes warmed into a tease as he turned to Grace. “Let me know if you don’t need my help with anything else.”
Grace opened her mouth, but only the closing of the front door sounded. He had completely squelched her apology with mockery.
Her fingers clenched into fists.
“Don’t let him get your dander up, dear,” Dorrie said. “He can’t help himself—he’s a man.”
Grace snorted and quickly covered her mouth. The elderly woman’s sassy humor drained the offense right out of her.
“It’s dinner time.” Dorrie drew aside the lace curtain behind the settee. “I imagine you’re hungry, what with riding out to the ranch and driving back. That’s two trips you’ve made in two days.”
Grace lifted one shoulder and then the other, a relaxation habit from countless trick-riding expositions. “I’ll fix something for us both. You shouldn’t be taking that medicine on an empty stomach.”
“Hmph.” The widow adjusted the quilt on her feet. “I shouldn’t be taking that snake oil at all.” ~Covering Grace
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February 9, 2025
Happily Ever After
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Chocolate and flowers abound in February because it’s the love month. Romance is in the air, and greeting-card companies, candy manufacturers, and florists attribute much of their sales to Valentine’s Day.
I certainly don’t begrudge their success, but I’m not a fan of what Valentine’s Day has become – an obligatory day of expensive expectation. Who wants expressions of love if they are required?
As an inspirational Western romance writer, I should be hat-over-boots in love with anything remotely connected to matters of the heart, right? Well, I am. That’s the whole point.
I enjoy writing inspirational romance because of the specific, literary definitions of those two words:
Inspirational (or Christian) is used in a genre’s description to assure readers that God’s principles of fidelity and purity permeate the story. That doesn’t mean every character is a sinless specimen of the human race. We had only one of those.
Romance promises a happily-ever-after ending. It separates itself from a simple love story such as the classic Romeo and Juliet and 1970’s Love Story because neither of those tales have a happy ending.
Believe it or not, the highest selling fiction genre is romance because readers want:
EscapeEntertainmentEncouragementReaders of inspirational romance end up with all of these plus Inspiration
For me, inspirational romance puts a face on Romans 8:28 that tells us all things work together for good for those who love God. Even the bad stuff. It foreshadows what awaits us as believers, which is a great big Happily Ever After with our Lord.
However, many people think they have the happy-ending equation figured out in their interpersonal relationships, and they spend their lives (and several trial runs) trying to make their equation work:
Perfect + Perfect = Happy
Even Cupid’s arrow wouldn’t hit the mark with this philosophy.
In a good romance, the hero and heroine are not perfect people. They are flawed and they spend the majority of the story discovering that they love each other in spite of those flaws.
There is no “perfect” man anywhere who is not flawed. Husband, boyfriend, son, father, brother—every single one of them carries wounds.
Women fall in the same category, regardless of how much makeup is applied.
All of us are all wounded, scarred, or limping.
A couple thousand years ago, the only Perfect Person to walk the planet stepped out of unapproachable light with His arms opened wide and headed straight for us. Jesus loves us beyond what we can imagine, and He knows we couldn’t make it without Him.
That is sacrificial love.
If you are looking for a perfect someone, focus on Jesus. He will help you find the flawed person who is perfect for you and your flaws.
If you already have a special someone who is anything but perfect, Jesus will help you love that person in spite of his or her flaws—and yours.
Because it’s the flaws and how we deal with them that make a good romance.
“Love is the way back into Eden. It is the way back to life.”
― Francine Rivers, author of Redeeming Love
For God so loved the world that He gave …
John 3:16
Happily ever after
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No paper beau could match the tenderness of Josiah’s touch. No fanciful dream could outshine the light of his love. And no thunder of heaven or hoof could outpace the beating of her overflowing heart—strong and hard and free. ~The Wrangler’s Woman
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