“I once sneered at comments like, “He fell in love,” because I was always taught that love is action. I still believe that. But I now understood what people meant by the expression. You really are just living your everyday… — 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
