The Reckoning at Gossamer Pond

Obituaries were the final diary page of life lived, whether pleasant or tragic, full or barren.

Real faith is knowing forgiveness comes, you change, and then you walk and struggle together. Jam your knees, hit your knuckles, scrapes, bruises, broken legs, whatever. Life is hard and it takes guts, faith, and a massive amount of out-of-this-world grace.

But that's not true. Not of real faith. Real faith is knowing forgiveness comes, you change, and then you walk and struggle together. Jam your knees, hit your knuckles, scrapes, bruises, broken legs, whatever. Life is hard and it takes guts, faith, and a massive amount of out-of-this-world grace.

God can do pretty stellar things with screwed-up people.

The consequence of sin is death, but the grace of God brings us life. One must fear God for what He can do, while loving Him for what He doesn’t do. A contrite heart results in the withholding of discipline in exchange for mercy—and love.

May our obituaries someday say--preferably after we're dead, of course--that we lived in peace, in love, and mostly in grace

If life could be a mathematical sum, Annalise would maybe understand her own story. But as it was, she could consider the past and segment her life into chaotic, mispaced chapters that ended up like a writer's manuscript dropped into a jumble on the floor--without page numbers to put it back into order.