Karen Kingsbury (born June 8, 1963) is an American Christian novelist born in Fairfax, Virginia.
God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.
My parents used to say faith wasn't something you could pretend about. It wasn't real unless it looked like faith and acted like faith.
Christmas is. . . a time to mark our progress through this earthly journey. Every December we can look back and marvel at the designs of God and realize how very little we are in control of the events that shaped the past year. Then, with hearts full, look to the celebration of that silent, holy night, and all its certainty. Because of Christmas, this we know: Christ was born for us. He is love, and the plans he has for us always surpass those of our own.
The eagle had two natural enemies: storms and serpents. He embraced the storm, waiting on the rock for the right thermal current and then using that to carry him higher. While other birds were taking cover, the eagle was soaring. An eagle would never fight against the storms of life.
People were never meant to be idols. We aren't supposed to be worshipped. Only God deserves that kind of praise.
Secular writers can tell a story about the physical, the emotional, and the intellectual parts of a character. But no matter how well they tell the story, they miss a facet that is innately part of all of us - the spiritual.
God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.
New steps. That's what it amounted to. The two of them were learning the steps that would bring them together, a dance that would take them into forever. A dance that could be nothing less than God's plan for their lives.
Because love was a light that wouldn't allow darkness to reign in his soul.
The general market wants what I do.
Never be passive. Victories happen when you take charge of a game. You can't win by playing not to lose".
I can spend 10 to 15 minutes with someone, and they can tell me what they're going through. I may never have gone through that, but I get it on a really deep level.
You don't have love without sacrifice; you can't have sacrifice without love.
I'm receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken.
Friends don't get jealous of each other or begrudge the other for finding success. They celebrate every victory together.
It's never too late with truth. It stands outside time.
I came to Christ in my early 20s.
It's not how we fall that defines us as Christians. It's how we get up again.
sunshine is just beyond the clouds" Carl Joesph Gunner
Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.