“Why do you believe in God?" the woman asked me in the busy corridor. I don't remember the answer I gave. It was probably too long and rattled in her ears. I wish I could go back and answer her again. "Because HE believes in me," I would say. Isn't that enough?”
Donna VanLiere“Why do you believe in God?" the woman asked me in the busy corridor. I don't remember the answer I gave. It was probably too long and rattled in her ears. I wish I could go back and answer her again. "Because HE believes in me," I would say. Isn't that enough?”
Donna VanLiere“I know the well of my maternal incompetence is deep but I am determined to siphon up a calm and breathing hope for him.”
Donna VanLiere, The Good Dream“Christmas isn't a parade or concert but a piece of home you keep in your heart wherever you go.”
Donna VanLiere, The Christmas Town“Everybody wants to know why we're here, so we search for that answer. We want to know who we belong to so we search for those people and all the while God is whispering, 'Here I am.”
Donna VanLiere, The Christmas Town“Some things may never change but other things can be so completely different that they make the things that don't change bearable.”
Donna VanLiere, The Christmas Town