So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move. — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“Neither of them spoke while they walked. Life was so amazing and rich, and yet so equally full of disappointment and heartache. Such was… — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“We're in the Maker's keeping. Even if we die trying, death is just another way out. But you? You'll just turn to dust.” — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“when you forgive someone, it doesn’t diminish or erase what was done to you. You don’t have to understand why they did it, and… — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“It is true the Shining Isle is smoke and ashes and that darkness is wide over the land. But your long memories have failed… — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“I am convinced that poets are toddlers in a cathedral, slobbering on wooden blocks and piling them up in the light of the stained… — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“There's just something about the way he sings. It makes me think of when it snows outside, and the fire is warm, and Podo… — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“There’s no correlation between wealth and happiness. Absolutely none. It’s one of society’s biggest lies.” — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“Here I sit in the presence of queens and heroes and magic. Yes, magic. It is only when we have grown too old that… — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
“The Wounded Warriors ball cap he wore helped mitigate the grooves on his face. He didn’t think of himself as a wounded warrior per… — Andrew Peterson Copy Share Image
