The Bridge

by Karen Kingsbury

Karen’s books make you laugh, cry, and leave you wanting more!

But by the end of the year she was no longer afraid of him, and in seventh grade they had become friends.

small-town bookstore would bridge the pain of yesterday to the promise of tomorrow. By

With every painted wall and built-in bookshelf, Donna could feel God healing them, sense Him smiling down.

Edna smiled, a feeling she’d almost forgotten.

As she walked home she realized she had reached another benchmark, another signpost on her journey to living again. She was no longer afraid of tomorrow.

At least in this moment, she was actually looking forward to

Because she wasn’t alone in her pain, in her sadness. People walking through the grocery store, and shopping at the mercantile, and even running a bookstore all had their own pain.

Missing Tom was still a part of every breath, but her devastating heartache no longer consumed her. Books were changing her life. But she didn’t consider the idea that they could do so much more. That they might actually heal her.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

people who needed something to get them from the pain of yesterday to the possibility of tomorrow.

They simply lived in the moment.

There had been so much she wanted to say to him before she returned home. But in the end, the only thing she had done was ask him to kiss her.

the strength of his arms. The way she’d felt safe and loved and whole for those few minutes.

she had never let her dream die.

“You did it, Ryan . . . you chased your dream.”

thank the God of second chances.