It’s really just a choice. A choice to forgo one thing, for another. To let go of something, to gain another… usually something deemed more worthy than whatever the cost was. [...]
All of a sudden, she changed positions and told me how “The Dress” clearly spoke to her spirit. No, the dress didn’t really speak to her, but the realization that Jesus just loved her so much, that He was willing to pay full price for her. [...]
But then I looked up and saw the face of the two men that were there for me. They had the same eyes as the puppy I held in my chair all those years. They had the eyes of friendship. True friendship. [...]