Paul Evans
Paul Evans
loyalty running real
Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.
spiritual healing raised
The concept of spiritual healing was something I was raised with.
book angel wings
I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.
inspirational gratitude grateful
The truest indication of gratitude is to return what you are grateful for.
heaven joy reunion
The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.
real angel hands
I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.
fall firsts taught
Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of falling.
beautiful secret ugly
Leah taught me that the greatest secret of life is that we find exactly what we're looking for. In spite of what happens to us, ultimately we decide whether our lives are good or bad, ugly or beautiful.
pain real growth
The thing is, the only real sign of life is growth. And growth requires pain. So to choose life is to accept pain.
We love those whom we serve (p. 26)
book reviews flawed
Rarely do we invest the time to open the book of another's life. When we do, we are usually surprised to find its cover so misleading and its reviews so flawed.
cake chocolate firsts
It was the first time that I had ever been romantically kissed. It was even better than the chocolate cake.
christmas moving together
The universe is a trillion, trillion threads moving in seemingly unrelated directions. Yet when you look at them together, they create a remarkable tapestry.
smell childhood
The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]