Speaking of dogs,” Katie retorted mischievously, “what’s happening with Rick?

If Todd weren’t so absolutely adorable, Christy would have slugged him.

This is golden, Katie thought as they rumbled down the freeway eating fast-food tacos. I love being “us”.

Lord Jesus,′ Christy whispered, ‘I want You to hold the key. I want You to decide what should happen in my heart’s garden. I want You to let in or send out anything or anybody You want. Especially with guys. I don’t want to ever unlock that gate again. I want you to open it only when the right man comes along. Take the key, Lord. Take all my keys. I’ll wait for you.

That’s when she discovered that Todd had improvised on the menu she had made up.

Part of her had hoped he would say something like, “I want you, Katie. You belong to me now. I’ll take care of you.” He didn’t say that. But his answer was the best one, really. “You belong to Christ, Katie.

Todd drove into camp in one of the vehicles, saying he needed to take the can of gas out to Katie, who was stranded in Baby Hummer.

Did you read the part that says, ‘Your hair is like a flock of goats’? How romantic is that? Or that other line, ‘Your neck is like the tower of David.’ Oh, now, that sounds real attractive! If some guy tried those lines on me, I’m sure I’d fall instantly in love with him.

This was a rare treat: the wonderful sound of memory filled happiness.

You are gifted and capable beyond your wildest imagination. You have not yet begun to explore all the ways you can make your life count for eternity. Strength and dignity are your clothing. It’s time for you to drop your bucket deep down into the well of possibilities that you’ve been ignoring all these years. Drop it all the way down and see what you pull up.” I.