Sometimes believing is a matter of deciding. Deciding who you’re going to trust and what you know about who you trust.

When you really let people see you, Amelia–all of you, not just the snow-obsessed reporter–it’s impossible to look away.

He could lose himself in the copper warmth of her eyes. Except, no, this wasn't losing himself. This was finding something precious.

But I don't want to spend my life letting my pain be the lens through which I see the world.

Far be it for me to speak for the Almighty, but I feel fairly confident saying God isn't looking for impressive people. He's looking for people who are willing to be impressed by Him.

Maybe that was the best part. The beautiful peace that came with living her own story, knowing every turn of the page and tug of the heart was a new beginning.