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Going Home (Brides of Webster County,#1) Going Home by Wanda E. Brunstetter
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“Prayer is the key to each new day and the lock for every night.”
Wanda E. Brunstetter, Going Home
“Faith is like a muscle, and it needs to be exercised in order to become strong.”
Wanda E. Brunstetter, Going Home
“No amount of money or recognition could fill the void in a person's heart the way Jesus' love did.”
Wanda E. Brunstetter, Going Home
“There's joy all around, if you only look for it.”
Wanda E. Brunstetter, Going Home
“My truest desire is fellowship with good friends, the love of a caring family, and a close relationship with God.”
Wanda E. Brunstetter, Going Home
“be her friend, if she would let him. He gulped in a deep breath of the evening air and flopped into Pop’s wooden rocking chair. It smelled as if rain was coming, and with the oppressing heat they’d been having lately, the land could surely use a good dousing. A short time later, a streak of lightning shot across the sky, followed by a thunderous roar that shook the whole house. “Jah, a summer storm’s definitely coming,” he murmured. “Guess I’d best be getting to bed, or I’ll be tempted to sit out here and watch it all night.” Noah had enjoyed watching thunderstorms ever since he was a boy. Something fascinated him about the way lightning zigzagged across the sky as the rain pelted the earth. It made Noah realize the awesomeness of God’s power. Everything on earth was under the Master’s hand, and Noah never ceased to marvel at the majesty of it all. He rose from his chair just as the rain started to fall. It fell lightly at first but soon began to pummel the ground. He gazed up at the dismal, gray sky. “Keep us all safe this night, Lord.” Faith shuddered and pulled the sides of her pillow around her ears as she tried to drown out the sound of the storm brewing outside her bedroom window. She’d been afraid of storms since”
Wanda E. Brunstetter, Going Home