He worried so much about that little girl. How could he tell her that leaving was the best thing she could do?

The blank page taunted her amid one distraction after another. When was it okay to stop expecting perfection?

She privately mourned a love she could never admit she had. She would never again feel that freedom . . . or would she?

This was all she had left. She had to take the chance no matter what the result was. She didn’t want to be alone anymore.

How far would you go to discover who you are and where you belong. She was willing to take it to the cross.

There are days when it seems our impact is so insignificant. We can never forget the power the light has over the dark.

I closed my eyes. Just take a deep breath. Just do the next thing. One foot in front of the other.

“That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard!” my brother shouts back across the yard. “What are we, toddlers?” he growls.

It had taken a long time to unlock the secrets of her heart. Now he just prayed he knew the key to keeping her forever.

It was the only place she felt at rest. They didn’t understand why she insisted upon coming here, but she knew what she needed.

“You can’t put it there!” she shouted. I looked over at my frustrated friend as I dropped the heavy post driver from over my head.

Tears streamed down her face as moments of exhaustion melted away into memories she didn’t even remember she had.

“Just take another step,” she begged herself as she shielded her eyes from the sun, “don’t turn around.”

She stumbled through the door overloaded with books and papers after a long morning of researching to find something, anything, that would bring her answers.