For me, my stories are spiritual journeys, and whenever I write, it's a form of worship. It's a form of my worship. Worship is not just Sunday morning as we all know. Worship is everything we do. Writing is most… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share Image
“Funny how often something she'd been so certain she needed turned out not to be a need at all, but a want--when the real… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
Let no-one define how you see yourself...save God alone. See yourself through His eyes and His strength, and you'll see who you can be… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“My train! This is the train Papa promised me!” He pulled a little red engine from the branches of the tree. “And it’s red.… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“Long ago she'd learned that facing reality was inevitable. She could skulk about, trying to avoid it or pretending it wasn't there. But in… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“She moved to the other side, then around behind him, her hands in his hair nothing short of intoxicating. Then he felt something push… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“Settled on the carriage seat, Olivia drew in a deep breath, the first in what felt like five years. she knew it was wrong,… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
Reaching deep into the heart of the reader, Cindy Woodsmall pens a beautifully lyrical story in her debut novel When the Heart Cries. — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“Is . . . everything proceeding as it should? With . . . the baby?” The smile in her eyes deepened. “Yes, everything is… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“I love you, Aletta. I want you to be my wife. And no matter how long you need, I’ll wait for you. Do you… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“Life is full of risks...that first step of faith was often taken neck-deep in fear.” — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“That was a mite tacky, ma'am ... even for you." Elizabeth let her mouth fall open. " Even for me? What's that supposed to… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
Just as hundreds of brushstrokes comprised a finished canvas, people were made up of a lifetime of experiences, both good and bad. And without… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“I know for certain there are a couple of pieces of wood in the barn back at Carnton. Enough for a child’s nativity.” “A… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
“She spotted Captain Winston in the barn, hitching the mares to the wagon, and walked out to join him. When he turned around, she… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
