Goyer Quotes

Dat had always told her that whenever you got angry at another person, it was an opportunity to take a glimpse of your own faults.

God created you with special talents for a purpose, and sometimes those we love most don't understand that. Don't let the doubts of others ring louder than God's whispers to your spirit. Sometimes God's whispers are harder to hear, but they're to be trusted the most.

It's not who you are underneath, its what you do that defines you.

But flowers feed our soul in a different way. They remind us of a God who creates beautiful things and takes notice of the tiniest detail

I also try to weigh my motives. Am I doing what I'm doing because it's what God desires, or because I'm afraid people will be disappointed if I don't?

You don't want to look back at your years with regrets. Regrets have no place in your memory jar.

She was drowning—in friendliness, in community—and she was starting to think she didn't want to get pulled out.

Every time that God gives us a child, it's His way of saying He trusts us-trusts us to offer love and to guide the child toward Him.

With God, it's possible to be content wherever we are, with whatever we have.

Thank you for reminding me that the future is in God's hands.'" "'You're welcome. And remember, wherever you go, in body and mind, you simply need to call out to God and He is there

I suppose sometimes it takes getting lost to enjoy the joy of being found

Don't you realize it's the doing that often gets us into trouble? It's not the doing that makes God happy. It's not about what we've done...it's about what been done for us.

No matter where she went, God was her family. He was her hope.

Some people my accuse me of doing too much. Sometimes I agree with them. But then there is a part of me that wants to follow God --- wholeheartedly, completely and full throttle, wherever He may lead. I don't want to look back fifty years from now and think, What if I had trusted God? Where would I be?

It's hard to know, isn't it, whether the things we face are just because the world is full of sin and sinful people, or if God is working out a plan,' Grandma continued. 'I happen to think it's both. There's sin, but through it all, He takes the mess we make and paints a masterpiece. In fact, I'm quite certain that before God can ever bless a woman—and use her to impact many—He uses the hammer, the file, and the furnace to do a holy work.

Her whole life she always pictured falling in love being full of nervous emotion, peaks of romance, and the excitement of wondering if he loved her as much as she loved him. But maybe love was simpler. Maybe true love was finding someone you could talk to with ease, whose heart cared for the same things, and whose dreams could meld with your own.

It's creepy to know that we're living in a giant tube." "Hey, if you think about it, we were living on the surface of a big ball of rock. How was that better?

She glanced again at the number of page views on her blog from last month: 18. Three for every post she'd written. Sean, her mother, and Izzy (her best friend), no doubt. Although Allyson wasn't sure if Izzy had read the last post, and her mother had commented that she'd read it twice, pointing out three grammatical errors.

But Mama taught me that a girl’s good looks soon fade, while what’s in her heart just keeps getting more beautiful.

Sunlight and shade,' his oma had commented once. Jathan liked that, mostly because shade meant that even though things were dim for a time, the sun was still there, just on the other side of the barrier.

Is that a cow?" Harley laughed out loud. "What do you suppose our barbecue-loving Texas friends are going to say to that?" "Actually," Sasha said, "I'll be more interested in what our friends from Bangalore will say to what our Texas friends will say.

As she walked, the horror stories she'd heard from Felix and the others became real. This is what their underground efforts were fighting against. These camps, these guards, were reality to thousands of people... Reality to the person who had just made the trip up the chimney. If they did not stop this madness, it would be the end of them all.

As the rabbit said while screwing the porcupine, ‘I’ve enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand.

So many times in life we try to protect what we value, but we are doubly blessed when we give it away. Have you given away your love today? Have you shared your faith? If not, what are you waiting for?

For so long, she'd taken her memories of Patty - the memories they'd created together - and held them outside of herself, protecting herself from the pain of carrying them deep within. It was as if she carried all the memories in her jars. But if doing so, it was as if she'd also kept everyone else - those still in her life - at arm's length too.

Was that a moment? Did she just have a “moment” in front of everyone in the restaurant? She’d come to fix that problem. To fix herself, and what had happened? Instead, she’d just made a big mess. Now there would be no dinner. Now there would be no conversation. Now there would be no unplugging. Allyson’s breaths came short, fast. And this . . . this was worse than mascara on her eye. It was worse than her meltdown in front of the newlyweds. She’d lost control in front of her friends. She was getting worse, not better. How could she return home worse than she started? Sean would be so disappointed, and then who knew what tomorrow would bring? Yet another failure to heap upon all the other ones.

to share what she learned with her friends and family in Indiana.

from the shelf. Ben’s stomach churned as he pulled out Cat in the Hat and Green Eggs and Ham. Kenzie would enjoy them, but had Marianna ever read those books before? Not that Dr. Seuss was literature. What

He said we live under grace and not law. He said as followers of Christ our goal is to live like Jesus did and not worry about man-made laws. He said we should strive for purity, not conformity.

We just think we are in the land of the living, and that we’re going to die, but when we believe in God the opposite is true. We’re in the land of the dying, and because of Jesus we’re going to the land of the living. The land where there is no more pain, no more tears, and where we’ll be with Christ for eternity.

Just over yonder, beyond the river, There is a City of pure delight, Where many loved ones are congregating With palms of vict’ry in robes of white. Just over yonder, there’ll be no heartaches, No lonely days will ever come. There’ll be no crying, there’ll be no dying, Oh, what rejoicing when we get home. Just over yonder, I’ll soon be going To see my Savior upon His throne; And hear a welcome ring out through heaven, Oh, weary pilgrim, this is your home.

Free. The word echoed in her thoughts. What had that Scripture said: “The truth will set you free”? She hadn’t understood that a few months ago. To her, freedom had been setting off on her own path, living by her own rules, plotting her own course. But true freedom was not only turning your life over to God and letting Him have control, but also looking back and seeing His path—seeing where He’d been and what He’d already done. True freedom: it was something inside. Something beautiful. What had Gideon said once? A free horse wasn’t one that roamed the hills. A free horse was one that submitted to his master in trust and understanding. She’d never felt freer than at that moment—not even when she’d packed a bag and headed into the Englisch world.

She’d spent the rest of the day at his side, getting

All these months, she’d thought verbalizing her guilty deeds would cause her misery to multiply. She assumed the shame would strangle her, leave her devastated like a discarded waif. But instead, a small bud peeked out its newborn head, finding root in her soul. Hope. She cautiously raised her eyes, and Tilly pulled Rosalie into her time-aged arms. It was hard to believe they’d just met. It was hard to believe she’d confessed all, and still this woman snuggled her close. The tears came, but with each cry she released, it seemed the wind picked the heartbreak up and carried it away like an old crusty leaf. Then, when her past lay before her, naked and stark, with no more accusations and regrets, an irresistible urge to pray captured Rosalie. Vic, Birdie, her family all had spoken the truth of how Jesus took her punishment when He suffered and died on the cross. She’d heard more than one sermon that had proclaimed we simply had to confess our sins, and God would be faithful to forgive them. More than that, He’d also take the punishment too. She didn’t understand a love like that, but it was worth trying out. Take my punishment, Jesus. Rosalie knew she deserved to be condemned for her sins; she’d always known that. But she thought she could somehow serve the sentence herself by doing good things, working hard, acting perfect. For the first time, she understood that her sin was too heavy for her to carry, too weighty for her to pay off. She needed someone else to carry it for her. Her mom had sung of Christ’s “vast, unmeasured, boundless, free” love, but Rosalie had never thought it was for her. She had too much sin, too much darkness, too much pride. But now she knew His forgiveness belonged to her. And she belonged to Jesus. “Jesus, thank You for accepting me when I don’t deserve it,” she whispered. “From this day forward I want to live for You.” She closed her eyes, soaking in the sun, which had returned to warm her. And as she enjoyed the warmth of Tilly’s hug, Rosalie pictured Jesus holding her in the same way.

But what if this is the mission God has for you right now? He might use the articles to help someone. Or maybe He has a gift for you on the other end of this. But you won’t know until you roll up your sleeves and accept the assignment.” Birdie tucked a stray curl behind Rosalie’s ear. “And it’s even better than that. God’s not like the boss who gives you an assignment and then leaves you to do it all by yourself. He’s a loving father, who walks you through each step. And if you miss one—forget to pray or lose your way—He’s still there, loving you, calling you His child. It’s amazing.” Rosalie longed to trust her newfound Savior. She craved His guidance, His love. But prying her fingers off of her own life, and trusting herself to God, pained her. “I’m so used to only having myself to rely on, Birdie. I like being the one to rivet on my own.” “Yeah,” Birdie conceded. “It’s hard—impossible really—to let go of that on your own. The good news is, sweets, you don’t have to. Even the letting go is by His grace alone.” “You’re right.” “Of course I am. Because it’s the truth of God’s Word.” Birdie nodded determinedly. “Plus, think of it this way, if nothing else, maybe dozens, or hundreds, or who knows how many ladies will sign up to work at the plant to be just like ‘Seattle’s Own Rosie the Riveter.

She longed for the hour when she could relax and release the breath she seemed to have been holding for years. She

68 Gold Medallion awards for its books, more than any other publisher.

God made something special when He made you.

When the Sieur de la Chesnee Monstereul made a list of tulip names in 1654, he included fifty-five of the Agate class alone, and in the Netherlands we find, in various tulip books, names such as Agaat Bisschop, Agaat Fenis da Costa, and Agaat van Enckhuysen. Other French tulips were marbr es or jaspees, and in the Netherlands names like Ghemarmerde [marbled] de Goyer, Ghemarmerde van der Eyck, Ghemarmerde van Willem Willemsz, and so on, were usual. Tulips were not a collector's item simply because they were expensive but because they were part of the same aesthetic universe as shells and many other items so prized in early modern collections. Tulips, like shells, could be stone.

When we are stripped of everything, I realize the most important thing we possess is held within our hearts. Before coming here, I would have told you that the most crucial part of my life was the family I was born into and the family I worked to create. Now I know differently. The essential part of me is that I am a child of God, not that I was a daughter of a king. The kingdoms of the earth could not protect me, yet God is here with me. And I will forever be with Him.

After all, it’s often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars

Victory could only be achieved with faith, hope, and resilience.

If our heart is focused on God, He will be there no matter what changes come. From Ms. Jan

Make something good come out of this-even if I don’t get the girl in the end.

Rebecca

we should instead ask God to break our hearts with the things that break His.

taking faith steps daily, believing that as we seek God’s face He’ll invite us to join Him in His work.

But you can't get mad Leo, when the stars don't move as quickly as you do.

Every spiritual investment will bear eternal interest. AMISH PROVERB

You don’t advertise your religion by wearing a label. You do it by living a life. AMISH PROVERB

Tramp Soup (Potato Soup) (contributed by Diana Miller) 1 pound sausage 1 onion, finely diced 5 to 6 potatoes, peeled and cubed 2 stalks diced celery Salt and pepper 1-1.5 quarts milk Brown sausage with onion and celery. Drain. Add cubed potatoes and just enough water to cook potatoes until soft, not much. Add milk when potatoes are soft or until it is the consistency you would like. Sometimes I add cream to make it richer. Serves about 6.

The place is special, but mostly because how it turns my thoughts." He looked around them. "When I look at mountains like that, I have to believe there is a God who is caring, artistic, and a bit on the wild side. I wanted to get to know more of His heart and knew this was the place to do it.

There are people from your community who love Him in a quiet, reverent way. There are others who are more bold and vocal about their faith. But I have a notion what makes Him feel special isn't just the fact that all those people think He's great. But rather when you or I are praying, and thinking about Him or singing to Him or thanking Him for his mountains and trees, that He takes joy in the intimacy of the moment. It's that personal connection, I bet, that brightens His day.

That's why God gave us families - an community. No one is meant to live life alone, to carry their grief alone.

A garden is a way of showing that you believe in tomorrow.

People ought to enjoy every day of their lives. (Referencing Ecclesiastes Chapter 11 in the Bible)

How could she ever plan her future when there was always someone who would go out of her way to step in and try to plan it for her?

Just go to bed and rest your little heart. Pray to God, and remember that He can sweep all your worries away like the swish of a broom.

Denny." Ben slapped his leg. "Of

I don’t read books, I eat them—I take them in and they become a part of me.

I have to believe that you were sent here for a reason. And even if it takes the rest of your life, you owe it to yourself to find out what that reason is.

Trauma-triggered anger usually manifests itself in one of three ways: fight, flight, or freeze.

When we sense danger, we will instinctively react with a fight, flight, or freeze response. Not a lot of thought goes into this response. The body just naturally does its thing.

Sometimes mad means sad. It can also mean anxious, afraid, overwhelmed, or any of a variety of emotions.

Kids who are oppositional or acting out in angry and aggressive ways often can’t explain how they’re feeling. They are overwhelmed, yet the only emotion they know how to communicate is anger.

Too often we parents make assumptions about our children’s actions and motives. We lecture instead of listening. We always have an answer, instead of stopping to listen.2

Children often get angry when they face situations they can’t control.

Kids don’t know how to handle frustration and disappointment, so they just get mad. And it doesn’t help when we tell our kids to just calm down and have a better attitude.

Let your children know that if they have anything to tell you about something that has happened, you will always believe them. Fear that they won’t be believed or uncertainty over what to say or how to talk about what’s happening keeps many kids silent. Let your children know you will listen, care, and act.7

Many children also get angry when they are overstimulated because of sensory processing issues. These kids have trouble processing the information they receive through their senses from the world around them.

If your child is oversensitive, or undersensitive, to stimulation, things like ‘scratchy’ clothes and too much light or noise can make her uncomfortable, anxious, distracted, or overwhelmed. That can lead to meltdowns for no reason that’s apparent to you or other caregivers.”1 A

I hated feelings of insufficiency, and I ached with the knowledge that daily I was sacrificing—my time, my work, my friendships, and my personal ease—only to see no good result. Even worse, it seemed the more love I poured out, the more I was ignored.

When kids stay up late, their stress hormones like cortisol kick in, which makes it harder to fall asleep,” wrote Dr. Laura Markham of Aha! Parenting. “The problem is that cortisol stays in the system and makes them edgy the next day; it also contributes to depression, anxiety, and weight gain. The famous moodiness of teenagers is partly attributable to late bedtimes, which have become standard practice in our culture. Just because your toddler gains the ability to keep himself awake doesn’t mean you’d let him stay up half the night. Just because your tween and teen gain the ability to keep themselves up doesn’t mean it isn’t bad for them.

I can actually feel the house getting dirty. Like I have nerve endings in the carpet. - Allyson

If you were to lock me away in a white room in a straitjacket it would actually feel comforting as long as the walls were spotless and nobody wore shoes. - Allyson