When God hears the world, He hears something different than we do because He listens to the secret of our hearts. Graham Cooke
The night we met, we mapped our pasts on napkins with a pen I found buried at the bottom of my purse. We told each other stories through lines and graphs—where we’d been, what we’d seen, who’d helped turn us into the almost-adults we were at 22.
The day I knew I’d marry him, we sat on a dock watching the sun creep down past the skyline. He told me where he wanted to go, what he hoped to do, who he wanted to be. Somewhere, on some subconscious level, I knew we could build something good together.
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‘Those are the seasons that will turn that vow from a promise made of words and rings to a living thing—a promise that grows roots and sprouts fruit.’ Shannon Owen