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“Pick up your water,” Tabby said. “Why?” “We’re doing a toast.” Jo lifted her battered blue water bottle, predictably situated next to her. “Ready?” Tabby said. “Ready,” Jo said. “Happy birthday to Eleanor Teale, the flower whisperer who made everyone and everything around her bloom. Her light is still with us, growing love across the universe.” Jo raised her bottle to the gray sky and drank. “Thanks,” she said, wiping fingers on her lower lashes. “That was a good toast.”
― Glendy Vanderah, Where the Forest Meets the Stars

“Fighting the low-level cloud cover that’s blocking out what you’re wanting to see break through into your life.”
― Priscilla Shirer, God is Able

“When was the last time you just told your stuff to shut up and go to sleep, and then gave your full attention—deliberately and intentionally—to the living Lord? Your Father. Your caregiver. Your provider. And then laid back into the big, strong arms of Psalm 46:10 and got r-e-a-l-l-y still, just lying there “knowing that He is God.” Worshiping Him. Meditating on Him. Repeating His Word from the depths of your memory or choosing new passages to write down and post in strategic places where you’ll run into them on a regular basis. Reflecting on His grace, His glory, His love, His mercy, His power, His might, His majesty . . . His ability.”
― Priscilla Shirer, God is Able

“He slaps the silver-flecked white table once, nods, and returns to the kitchen.”
― Trixie Silvertale, Fries and Alibis