The Prayer Box (A Carolina Chronicles #1)

by Lisa Wingate

“It is not washing dirty floors, but the feet of Jesus, Iola. All we do for others, we do for the One Most High.”

Is it possible that all service is worship?

We are his children, each knit together as we should be. We must go by the name our Father has given us—Beloved—not by the names which others might seek to place upon us.”

Prayers are answered in ways we don’t choose. The river of grace bubbles up in unexpected places.

Maybe there came a point in life where you had to quit categorizing whole groups of people by a few bad experiences.

“Fear builds walls instead of bridges. I want a life of bridges, not walls.”

Forgive me, Father, for asking for another day yet, and another beyond that, when this one is so very beautiful. We, in our humanness, cannot help but foolishly desire eternity in this life.