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 Image
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 Image
“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. Just like I wanted!” Confused, Aletta joined him, and Andrew held up the toy, a tag bearing his name hanging off the smokestack. “All really good trains are red, Mama,” he said, as though everyone should… — 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 Image
“She moved to the other side, then around behind him, her hands in his hair nothing short of intoxicating. Then he felt something push him hard in the back and he turned around. “What was that?” “Jake, be careful! I have scissors in my hand!” “But . . . I felt something.” She sighed, the ghost of a smile—and maybe… — 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, what she was feeling. Because of widow of only a week shouldn't wish to dance a jig. But God help her, that's precisely what part of her wanted to do. Not on the grave of her… — 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 Image
“Is . . . everything proceeding as it should? With . . . the baby?” The smile in her eyes deepened. “Yes, everything is fine. It’s normal to have these pains. I had the same with Andrew.” “And how many weeks are left before the baby is expected?” “Five, at least. Andrew came three weeks early but I’d been sick… — 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 hear me?” “Of course I hear you,” she finally whispered, opening her eyes. “I’m right here, after all.” With a wry smile, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. Already… — 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 Image
“That was a mite tacky, ma'am ... even for you." Elizabeth let her mouth fall open. " Even for me? What's that supposed to mean?" "It just means that people with" --He stared pointedly-- "your upbringing aren't usually the most polite folks around." ... "Listen Ranslett, if I've offended you I certainly didn't mean t--" "Sure you did. You just… — Tamera Alexander Copy Share
