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Everything: What You Give and What You Gain to Become Like Jesus

This book delves into the transformative power of Jesus Christ's teachings, offering readers a comprehensive guide to personal development and spiritual enlightenment. It examines the concepts of giving and receiving, and how embracing these principles can lead to a life more aligned with the teachings of Jesus. more

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Mary E. DeMuth
Mary E. DeMuth

Mary E. DeMuth is an American author born in 1967. Her works primarily focus on young adult literature, family education, and Christian faith. DeMuth is beloved for her insightful writing style and profound understanding of the young adult psyche. more

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“I was watching when the Enforcers arrived. I saw them go into Rosa’s. There were so many I’d never have gotten close enough to do anything. I could hear them talking about what they’d do to you as they went in and I thought I’d lost you.” His palm presses against my cheek, stroking away stray strands of hair, “Eve, I’ve never been so scared. The thought that I’d never get to see you again, to apologise for the way I treated you, I couldn’t bear it. When they dragged you out I was so relieved, knowing that I had a chance to get you back.” He squeezes me tightly against his body as he admits, “I can’t lose you Eve. Them taking you made everything so clear. I love you and I thought I wasn’t going to get the chance to prove how much. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“You never understood it, did you?” I ask him softly and surprisingly without accusation. “Despite any evidence to the contrary I do love you just as much as I loved him. Everything I would have sacrificed to save him I’ll willingly sacrifice for you.” “You don’t need to do this to prove you love me,” he tells me urgently. Inexplicably under the circumstances his answer irritates me more than Donal’s snort of mocking laughter. “Don’t you do that Tulloch Sullivan, don’t you try and make this about me trying to prove something. I shouldn’t have to prove it. You can feel what I feel even if you don’t believe it. I’m trying to save your life, nothing more than that, because you are the only thing that matters to me.”

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“Couldn’t we camp down by the lakes?” Nynaeve asked, patting her face with her kerchief. “It must be cooler down by the water.” “Light,” Mat said, “I’d just like to stick my head in one of them. I might never take it out.” Just then something roiled the waters of the nearest lake, the dark water phosphorescing as a huge body rolled beneath the surface. Length on man-thick length sent ripples spreading, rolling on and on until at last a tail rose, waving a point like a wasp’s stinger for an instant in the twilight, at least five spans into the air. All along that length fat tentacles writhed like monstrous worms, as many as a centipede’s legs. It slid slowly beneath the surface and was gone, only the fading ripples to say it had ever been. Rand closed his mouth and exchanged a look with Perrin. Perrin’s yellow eyes were as disbelieving as he knew his own must be. Nothing that big could live in a lake that size. Those couldn’t have been hands on those tentacles. They couldn’t have been. “On second thought,” Mat said faintly, “I like it right here just fine.”

“A fleeting moment can become an eternity. From a past encounter everything may disappear in the dungeon of forgetfulness. A few furtive flashes or innocent twinkles can survive, though. Some immaterial details may remain marked in our memory, forever. A significant look, a salient colour or a unforeseen gesture may abide, indelibly engraved in our mind. ( "Girl in blue" )”