“Time is like the Mississippi River. It only flows in one direction. You can never go back.” — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“A single decision, a moment in time, and the ground could shift beneath your feet.” — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“She paused for a moment, closing her eyes, letting the early morning heat sink deep into her bones. Unlike most people, she… — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“Closing her eyes for a moment against the pain and loss, Carrie asked quietly, “And what if I don’t feel any forgiveness… — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“Regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow are twin thieves that rob us of the moment.” — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“He wanted to leave the past a few hundred miles down the road, shake it off like dust. But that ws the… — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“Just because the boat rocks doesn't mean it's time to jump overboard.” — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“If a mother is the heart of the Amish life, the father is the head; he plays a very significant role, spiritually and practically,… — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“Susie paints for the glory of God. “It’s the only way I can do it,” she said. “It all comes from him.” She once read that a Christian can be an artist but never a great artist. “I agree with that. We can’t let a talent God gave us take the place God should have in our life. We can’t… — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share
“Poor communication doesn't disconnet souls. It's the disconnected souls who poorly communicate.” — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
Opportunity may knock once, but temptation bangs on your front door forever. — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“Time is like the Mississippi River. It only flows in one direction. You can never go back.” — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“We are not promised skies always blue, but a Helper to see us through.” — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wonder if we're all a little like Harold (a rooster). Real life carries on around us while we strut around in our… — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
