#Fiction Friday: #Novelines from the Book

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Mother was in bed, reading the Book of Mormon again, her eyes resting on a particular verse, as if to more fully absorb its contents.

Mother had never been overly affectionate, only giving affection when it was initiated, but I had always accepted that part about her before.

By going to Mother’s Church, I would see her future— a future that could be mine, as well, if I allowed its teachings to have bearing on it.

Caitlin’s smile was slight, her nod of approval almost imperceptible as she fingered the St. Christopher’s medal she never took off.

To me, the nature of God was an energy or spirit, rather than a being or person, for in that limitless way could He be everywhere at once.

I had assurance of David’s favor no matter what I did, but God’s favor could be lost with one sin without repentance.

I’d never believed that people changed, but rather experiences simply revealed what they had been all along.

For it was because they held fast to verses like John 3:16, they were able to accept everything else. For me, it would be always be a struggle.

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