Story Is The Language Of

Of Course, None Of This Can Happen For Us Until We Give Our Lives Back To God. We Cannot Know The Joy Or The Life Or The Freedom Of Heart I've Described Until We Surrender Our Lives To Jesus And Surrender Them Totally... We Turn, And Give Ourselves Body, Soul, And Spirit Back To God, Asking Him To Cleanse Our Hearts And Make Them New. And He Does. He Gives Us A New Heart. And He Comes To Dwell There, In Our Hearts.

She Is The Crescendo, The Final, Astonishing Work Of God. Woman. In One Last Flourish Creation Comes To A Finish With Eve. She Is The Master's Finishing Touch.

The Point Is The Love Story. We Live In A Love Story In The Midst Of War.

For After Years Of Living In A Cage, A Lion No Longer Even Believes It Is A Lion . . . And A Man No Longer Believes He Is A Man.

Every Boy, In His Journey To Become A Man, Takes An Arrow In The Center Of His Heart, In The Place Of His Strength. Because The Wound Is Rarely Discussed And Even More Rarely Healed, Every Man Carries A Wound. And The Wound Is Nearly Always Given By His Father.