Abby

“He means to make his subjects merciful and wise; sorrow and struggle bringeth both. We will, he tells me, grow by grieving, live by dying, love by losing. The heart itself is the field of battle and the garden green.”
― Andrew Peterson, The Monster in the Hollows

“Don’t seem right, do it?” said Topper.

“It ain’t right,” replied Fin. “Not at all.”

Jack guzzled his wine and wiped at his beard. “Mayhap it’s right and we can’t see it...”

Topper scratched his bald head and hummed in thought. “Still don’t seem right,” he proclaimed when he’d hummed enough.

Jack dropped his flagon to the deck and it rolled away clattering. “Yeah, well, what seems ain’t always what is.”
― A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green

“This is why the Enemy wants you to think you have no song to write, no story to tell, no painting to paint. He wants to quiet you. So sing. Let the Word by which the Creator made you fill your imagination, guide your pen, lead you from note to note until a melody is strung together like a glimmering constellation in the clear sky. Love the Lord your God, and love your neighbor, too, by making worlds and works of beauty that blanket the earth like flowers. Let your homesickness keep you always from spiritual slumber. Remember that it is in the fellowship of saints, of friends and family, that your gift will grow best, and will find its best expression. And until the Kingdom comes in its fullness, bend your will to the joyful, tearful telling of its coming. Write about that. Write about that, and never stop.”
― Andrew Peterson, Adorning the Dark: Thoughts on Community, Calling, and the Mystery of Making

“in all the vastness of the world, the deepest adventure is not of war or mortal danger, but of heart, of soul, of the infinite discovery of a beloved other.”
― A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green