Angels Walking

Battles are won and lost through prayer.

Perfect is God’s job.” She released Cheryl’s hand and reached for Tyler’s. “You’ll live your life a lot happier if you stop trying to be perfect. Do your best for Jesus. When you fall short, He’ll carry you.” She smiled at the others. “The way He’s carrying me right now.

I learned something a long time ago. I’d rather be single than be with the wrong guy.

Perfect is God’s job. He’s perfect enough for all of us. You need Him and I need Him. If you haven’t made peace with that, then it’s time. Today.

his hands. His opportunity gone forever. Tyler had signed it. His agent never had anything

Me. The answer whispered across Cheryl’s soul, and chills ran down her arms.

THE THIRD DOSE OF pain meds wore off around one in the morning. They must have, because that’s when Tyler sat straight up and slammed his hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t scream out loud. The pain sliced through his shoulder and straight across the base of his neck, along his collarbone and through his middle.

Love first. Questions later. Grace beyond measure. All of it unconditional.

What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul?