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Her Schemes and Plans
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Tinkling the Ivory Tower
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“It dawned on me that we were both artists at our core. We were visual people, and an image or a simple glance meant more than a thousand phrases could ever hope to. Spoken words would never be able to convey the full complexity of what we felt—for others, or even for each other.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
― Her Schemes and Plans
“One side of the church auditorium was shouting, “Halle-Loo, Halle-Loo, Halle-Loo, Halle-loo-yah!â€� The other side would retort at a volume many decibels above a jet airplane’s with the phrase, “Praise â€� Ye â€� The â€� Lord.â€� They would counter each other several times before switching roles.
If there ever was a perfect illustration of making a joyful noise, this was it. Several kids appeared to be close to unconsciousness from over-exertion. There’s not a shadow of a doubt that God heard it, but I wasn’t quite sure how He’d feel about the display. He hadn’t accepted Cain’s gift, and this seemed kind of along the same lines to me.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
If there ever was a perfect illustration of making a joyful noise, this was it. Several kids appeared to be close to unconsciousness from over-exertion. There’s not a shadow of a doubt that God heard it, but I wasn’t quite sure how He’d feel about the display. He hadn’t accepted Cain’s gift, and this seemed kind of along the same lines to me.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
“Life will never be this simple again, the voice in my head reminded me. Enjoy it while it lasts. Sear moments like this on your consciousness, so you can recall them when the going gets rough. Because it will. The voice sounded different than the one I usually heard in my mind. It seemed older and wiser somehow, and almost prophetic.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
― Her Schemes and Plans
“It dawned on me that we were both artists at our core. We were visual people, and an image or a simple glance meant more than a thousand phrases could ever hope to. Spoken words would never be able to convey the full complexity of what we felt—for others, or even for each other.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
― Her Schemes and Plans
“One side of the church auditorium was shouting, “Halle-Loo, Halle-Loo, Halle-Loo, Halle-loo-yah!â€� The other side would retort at a volume many decibels above a jet airplane’s with the phrase, “Praise â€� Ye â€� The â€� Lord.â€� They would counter each other several times before switching roles.
If there ever was a perfect illustration of making a joyful noise, this was it. Several kids appeared to be close to unconsciousness from over-exertion. There’s not a shadow of a doubt that God heard it, but I wasn’t quite sure how He’d feel about the display. He hadn’t accepted Cain’s gift, and this seemed kind of along the same lines to me.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
If there ever was a perfect illustration of making a joyful noise, this was it. Several kids appeared to be close to unconsciousness from over-exertion. There’s not a shadow of a doubt that God heard it, but I wasn’t quite sure how He’d feel about the display. He hadn’t accepted Cain’s gift, and this seemed kind of along the same lines to me.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
“Life will never be this simple again, the voice in my head reminded me. Enjoy it while it lasts. Sear moments like this on your consciousness, so you can recall them when the going gets rough. Because it will. The voice sounded different than the one I usually heard in my mind. It seemed older and wiser somehow, and almost prophetic.”
― Her Schemes and Plans
― Her Schemes and Plans