Karen Kingsbury
Karen Kingsbury
Karen Kingsburyis an American Christian novelist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 June 1963
CountryUnited States of America
laughter memories rain
The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where once stood two women with a dozen years of memories and tears and conversation and laughter—where once stood two women closer than sisters—now stood two strangers.
real parent used
My parents used to say faith wasn't something you could pretend about. It wasn't real unless it looked like faith and acted like faith.
idols people kind
People were never meant to be idols. We aren't supposed to be worshipped. Only God deserves that kind of praise.
forgiveness feel-better forgiving
Forgiveness makes you feel better. As soon as you forgive, you're free.
christian fall get-up
It's not how we fall that defines us as Christians. It's how we get up again.
bible perfect christian-love
Perfect love drives out fear
character plastic
My characters are not plastic.
doors window should
God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.
pages praying all-occasions
Pray on all occasions." Unlocked page 38.
christmas heart past
Christmas is ... a time to mark our progress through this earthly journey. Every December we can look back and marvel at the designs of God and realize how very little we are in control of the events that shaped the past year. Then, with hearts full, look to the celebration of that silent, holy night, and all its certainty. Because of Christmas, this we know: Christ was born for us. He is love, and the plans he has for us always surpass those of our own.
sunshine clouds gunners
sunshine is just beyond the clouds" Carl Joesph Gunner
running sadness mean
I developed a deep sadness for celebrities, a pity that they often are caught in a plastic world that runs too hard and too fast, and that many times that world means destroyed relationships with everyone they know and love.
grief years three
Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.
mom fun real
They'd had fun, for sure. They laughed and enjoyed being together. But if she was painfully honest with herself, something was missing. Something in the way Tim looked at her. She remembered her mom's word. "I saw the way he looked at you...he adores you." Maybe that was it. Tim looked at her on a surface level. He smiled and seemed happy to see her. But When Cody looked at her, there were no layers left, nothing her didn't reveal, nothing he couldn't see. He didn't really look at her so much as he looked into her. To the deepest, most real places in her heart and soul.