“Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting. Forgiveness is you not letting your hate and anger rule your life. Because it will, whether you realize it or not. When you free the offender, you’re freeing yourself. Your forgiveness or lack of forgiveness has… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“Grandpa would go for strolls alone through the pastures where meadowlarks and grasshoppers flew like broken-winged birds, where rabbits constructed their havens, and where… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“It’s okay if you feel like you must leave. But as the years pass and you remember our time together and you’re at a… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“I once sneered at comments like, “He fell in love,” because I was always taught that love is action. I still believe that. But… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting. Forgiveness is you not letting your hate and anger rule your life. Because it will, whether you realize it or… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“Grandpa stopped and looked at me. I paused, too, knowing this meant he had something important to say. His body was frail, but when… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in the autumn,… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“She was wrapped in my jacket, almost swallowed by it. You never realize how small a woman is until she wears your clothes.” — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“She shook her head, and we parted, kissing, as the first beams from the sun burst forth behind us. When I returned to my… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator.” — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“So we went for a stroll in Alumni Park, a grassy lawn in front of Pepperdine that overlooks the coast. Deer trickle down from… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“I went for walks across the fields in my cozy, cotton-knit shirt, my worn out jeans, and my cowboy boots. I would stand at… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“Eden hid her smile in my hand and leaned down and kissed me. I took her face in my hand, her velvety skin like… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
