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“Within my heart a garden grows, wild with violets and fragrant rose. Bright daffodils line the narrow path, my footsteps silent as I pass. Sweet tulips nod their heads in rest; I kneel in prayer to seek God's best. For round my garden a fence stands firm to guard my heart so I can learn who should enter, and who should wait on the other side of my locked gate. I clasp the key around my neck and wonder if the time is yet. If I unlocked the gate today, would you come in? Or run away?”

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Christy Miller Collection, Vol. 4

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Robin Jones Gunn
Robin Jones Gunn

Robin Jones Gunn (born April 18, 1955) is an American Christian fiction author known for her young adult and women's novels. She is best known for the 'Christy Miller' series and the 'Glenbrooke Stories' series, which have sold over 4 million copies worldwide and been translated into multiple languages. Her works often explore themes of faith, friendship, and personal growth, resonating with young readers. Born in Wisconsin, she now resides in Oregon, continuing her writing and speaking ministry. more

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