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His first choice … her second chance. Eight years ago, Anna Esch’s parents discouraged Neil Wengerd’s courtship. The family had just had a major blow, and Anna’s leaving would have led to grief and suffering. But obeying her mother’s wishes, Anna said not a word, only refused Neil in terms that wounded him past bearing. Hurt and angry, he left Whinburg Township … and took Anna’s heart with him. Now Neil is back for a wedding and staying with his sister and brother-in-law, who have rented the farm from Anna’s father. The whole district is buzzing. Not about Anna and Neil—everyone’s forgotten they ever courted. But about Neil and Malinda Kanagy, who is everything Anna isn’t. Can Anna stand by and watch his family make the perfect match for the man she’s never been able to forget? Or will she realize in time that Christmas is the season for God’s gifts and second chances? The Heart's Return is a standalone bonus novella in the Whinburg Township Amish series. No strong language, just a loving kiss and a guaranteed happily ever after. If you like books by Rachel J. Good, Mary Alford, or Dana R. Lynn, you’re in the right place. Enjoy! Second edition. First published in 2020 in the USA Today bestselling collection, Amish Christmas Miracles.
When we approach such men as St. Bernard of Clairvaux and John Calvin, we are approaching two men who were not only significant figures of their time but figures standing on opposite shorelines of the influence and impact of Scholasticism, as well as a tumultuous decline in orthodoxy. Despite this reality, what is most compelling about these two men is the continuity of their developed thought, even though they were worlds apart, separated by time. This continuity is most assuredly grounded in their historical sources, and, more importantly, their faithful handling of God’s word. That continuity, although not point for point, was rather for the significant part of the structure and content—sum and substance—of the twofold knowledge of God and self. For both of these men, this doctrine was fundamental, permeating the whole of their world and life philosophy. Bernard and Calvin clearly saw the implications of this twofold knowledge. These implications manifest in the realm of various doctrines and the network of their system of thought. This book seeks to explore those various components of their twofold knowledge of God and self, as well as the implications in the realm of experiential Christianity.
Escobar Ramirez is a Colombian Drug Lord who is viciously murdered and found in his water fountain located inside his mansion. When the EMT's and Police arrive, they pull his body out of the water and find he has a very vague heart beat. Must be due to the cocaine his body consumed. They rush him to the Hospital and he's pronounced D.O.A. (dead on arrival) To find his identity, they search his personal property and find an organ donors card. They donate as requested two of his organs to a Organ Donor University. His Heart is given to a Black boy the age of ten. His brain is given to a Black girl who is born brain dead. When these two kids receive their organs, their organs begin taking control over their bodies and starts guiding, molding and training them so they can be able to build an army big, strong and equipped enough for them to seek revenge on the people that killed him.
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Turning Hearts Back To God is an informative and inspirational book that will help readers truly understand what God desires from us as Christian believers. God desires us to love Him and serve Him with all of our heart, mind, and soul. He also desires that we love our neighbor as ourselves. God desires everyone that comes to Him to enter into a true love relationship with Him. As we are filled with God's love, we should be more willing to extend that same love to others. This book was inspired by the Holy Spirit to help us understand what it truly means to love God and others as ourselves. Readers will be equipped with wisdom, understanding, and knowledge of God's word in how to walk in their God given spiritual authority to defeat the attacks of the enemy in their life. In this time of famine, lack, disasters, violence, and uncertainty, God is calling for the people of every nation to turn back to Him with their whole heart. God is the only true source for our peace, joy, provision, security, protection, and love. As we turn to Him with our whole heart, He will manifest His divine presence in our lives and reveal the God given destiny that He has planned for us.
Does the heart have a memory?Noah McKinney and Maverick Rodriguez met when they were seven years old. Maverick's family moved into the house next to Noah's aunt, where Noah spent every summer of his childhood. During those three months every year, the boys were inseparable as they swam in the waters of coastal North Carolina, rode bikes, told ghost stories, and dreamed of finding hidden pirate treasures. A sweet friendship developed into an even sweeter young love, but then Maverick disappeared out of Noah's life as suddenly as he appeared. Twenty-two years later, Noah returns to Beaufort, North Carolina after he receives a call that his ancestral home has been vandalized. He is overwhelmed with a feeling that fate has something more up her sleeve than a simple home repair, but never in a million years would he have guessed what was waiting for him. Maverick has returned to Beaufort in an attempt to stop running from his past and what better place than the source of his happiest memories. He quickly earns a reputation as the best in the business at restoring old homes to their former glory. No matter how successful his business has grown, he still feels there is something missing in his life. Or is it someone?Noah and Maverick's reunion is nothing like either man has fantasized about for so many years, but beneath the strain is an undeniable attraction and a feeling of rightness that neither man can deny or resist. However, giving in to their desires doesn't erase their doubts and fears. Maverick knows that nothing of the boy Noah loved remains inside of him. He thinks he's better as a memory than the man he's become. Noah fears that Maverick will disappear again and doubts he could survive the heartbreak a second time.Can the two men overcome their fears and doubts to take a chance on a love that promises to burn brighter than the sun? Or will they use the obstacles they face as excuses to spare themselves from potential heartbreak?
Mary Ellen Geist decided to leave her job as a CBS Radio anchor to return home to Michigan when her father's Alzheimer's got to be too much for her mother to shoulder alone. She chose to live her life by a different set of priorities: to be guided by her heart, not by outside accomplishment and recognition. The New York Times wrote a front page story on Mary Ellen on Thanksgiving 2005. It was one of the most e-mailed stories for the month. Through her own story and through interviews with doctors and other women who've followed the "Daughter Track"--leaving a job to care for an aging parent--Geist offers emotional insights on how to encourage interaction with the loved one you're caring for; how to determine daily tasks that are achievable and rewarding; how the personality of the patient affects the caregiving and the progression of the diseases; as well as invaluable advice about how caregivers can take care of themselves while accomplishing the Herculean task of constantly caring for others. Geist's years in journalism allow her to report on Boomers' caretaking dilemmas with professional objectivity, and her warm voice brings compassion and insight to one of the most difficult stituations a son or daughter may face during his or her life.
She will return By – Somnath Bhattacharjee She will return, She will return, As the sea water touches the shore, She will return, As the immigrant birds, Come back to their own land after the summer. She will return, She will return, As I touch her lips and, She drives for more, She will return, As the true lover, Comes back her love. She will return, She will return, As the spring comes after winter, She will return, As the green leaves comes, In the old tree. She will return, She will return, As she is being hurt by staying away, She will return, With the dream of reunion, She will return. She will return, She will return, Even though she says separation, Is what she needs now, She will return, Even though a misunderstanding, Has made a crack in our love. She will return, She will return, As she smiles after hearing my name, She will return, When she will dream about me at night, She will return while daydreaming about me, She will return. One day, we will unite again, The love won’t be faded away, As my lips are sore for not touching her lips, As our lips wants to unite again, One day, we will unite again, This is what the God has written in our destiny, She will return, She will return. She will return, She will return, She knows, the comfort she gets in my arms, She would not get in 1 day’s lover’s arms, She knows the way she can behave as she is in front of me, She cannot behave in front of a new stranger, She will return, She will forgive, As the sun goes down but, It comes up the next morning. She will return, She will return, The lyrics of the poem, Will touch her heart, She will return, without hesitation, She will return, She will return with the curls of her brown hairs, She will return, with the glow of her lips, She will return, with her brown hazelnut eyes. She will sing the song, While thinking about me, She will see people are smoking cigarette, In the smoking smokes, she will see, Even the little smoke, Is capable for make a fog, Which can lead a person to dead. She will see, without her, My life will fall in the fog too, Where the only option for me, Will be, death, But I will still say, ‘I love you’ Even though, I know she will smile, Even though how much her heart is being broken, She will see, she will want, she will return, She will dream, she will talk. She will love, But all after if she returns. One day, she had to cover her emotions from everyone, These days her thoughts gets into my head without telling, One day, she was alone and, Had no one to express her emotions, Now she has me, One day, she was independent, But now, she cannot even spend a day, Without the love. ‘Ok’ She says, Even though I know, ‘Ok’ does not means okay, It’s means a new crack has made on her heart, Probably by me, probably because of my ruthlessness, Probably because I did not listen to her, As I should, Probably because I could have cared a little bit more, I ask for forgiveness, even though I know, One thousand forgiveness letters, won’t fill up the gap, Which has made. I want to tell you, How much I love you, But it is impossible to convey in words, Even though as much as I try to express, If I write how much I love you, All the papers in the world will be ended, If I speak how much I love you, Blood will come out from my tongue, If I sing how much I love you, Infinity among of music will be made. She is beautiful as she is, She knows what she is doing, She knows how her actions are breaking me down, She knows what is going on, She knows my condition, I know how kind she is, I know why she is doing, I know her own actions are breaking her down as well, I know why is that going on, I know her condition, But still, probably saying ‘sorry’ And leaving the matter would be easier. But, would it create any good impact? Probably addressing the issue was more important, Probably rather than trying to looking under her dress, Looking into her eyes, could save the love, Probably I need to say again how much I love her, Probably tears won’t save it, Probably the poem would not make her feel loved anymore, Probably she won’t find herself in the lyrics of the poem anymore, Probably she will just look around while accepting the truth. She cannot, She cannot do it, She cannot run on it, She cannot walk by, The days we spent, The way we shaped each other’s heart, We both know, Now we cannot live without the presence of each other, In each other’s life, Probably we both know, If separation is a option, Then the option is really called death, Neither I nor she would continue the misunderstanding, As we know, the childish misunderstanding, Can create the biggest crack, As she cried last night, not because of my behavior, But because of I said suicidal as a self punishment, As her tears fell from her eyes, As her heart pain last night, As she again understand what can be happen, If we don’t unite, She would not go away, If She could go away, She could not say that, She would take a knife and slit her wrist, If I go and put my hands in the eclectic, She cannot go away, As she knows her destiny, Is to come to me too, I cannot go away too, Because without her love, The life would be colorless, Because she is the one who filled color, In the black and white life. She will return, She will return, Not because she wants, But because of she needs, She will return, She will return, Not because of she thinks, It’s should not be over, But because she knows, She cannot live with the half of her soul alone, She knows the another half of her soul, Is inside me, She knows she has to come to me, She knows she cannot live without me, She knows how much I am afraid of losing her, She knows how I will give up from my life, If she does not walk with me, She knows, how much I love her, She knows how much I want her, She knows, everything about me, I know everything about her, But still one question remaining unanswered, I ask, “Do you still love me?” She will return, She will return, As the sun rises after the long night, She will return, She will return, As she sees we have to unite, She will return, She will return, Seeing our destiny is the same, She will return, She will return, While knowing how much she loves me and how much I love her, She will return, She will return, While knowing I and she, we both cannot live without each other.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am a drug Addict By – Somnath Bhattacharjee I see, in walls, The NGOs paste posters, Not to be a drug addict, But, I can’t help but drive for it more. The drug I get, is impossible, To be found by others, Not because it’s rare but, Because it’s super rare, That no one can have it but me. The doctors labels thinks as, Dopamine, Morphine and other phines, But my love, for me A to Z, all drugs, Starts and Ends with you, Because the way you look, The kind you are, The way you act, The calm you are, The love you show, Makes me an addict of you. I am addicted of you, Even though I try to control, Whenever I tell to my heart, “It’s enough, don’t fall more” My heart shuts me up, And makes me fall for you more. My love, when I see, There are cracks and I think, “It’s time to end it” My heart slaps me and tells me, “Not to give up but repair the cracks” And that’s why I never go. I understand my heart, That the addicted you made my heart of you, He can never be able to live without you, So you fear to let you go. They say, ‘If you love her, You should let her go’ But my love, If I let you go then, How can I live? If You take away my morphine source, How can I live? If you take away my oxygen, How can I live? If you take away yourself from me, How can I live? My love without you, The rainforest of my heart, Will turn into a deadly desert. The flowers which blooms on it’s highest today, Will be faded away and the leaves, And the leaves will fall down, Without waiting for the autumn. The drug addict, you have made me, Now, neither I can live without you, Nor I can breathe without you. Or, If I do, then it’s not a breathe. But, a plea. I was independent but, Now it’s boring without you, You have stole my heart and, Made me addicted of you and now, I won’t let you go. I know it’s sounds stupid but, I will never let you go from me, I will tied you up with the shackles of love, But, I will never let you go away from me, Because my love, I know, I can’t live without you, But my love, How can I tell you? All the sweet lines of my poems, Ends with the name of yours? Now I am not only a drug addict but, I am the happiest person in the world too. I can be broke, I can be homeless but, I am still the rich, The rich, which makes me happy, Because the drug, I have, Is you, Which can give more love, And more happiness than anything. I not only want you, But my love, I want to be with you, I want to live the beautiful days with you, While probably laying under the trees, On your lap and you caress my hairs, And by your sweet touches, I be the writers of, More thousands poems? They say, ‘I am crazy’, I don’t fight with them, Not even quarrel because, I know that I am being crazy, I am being crazy by your love, But I know, If it’s all what takes to keep your love, Then I am willing to do it. At last now these days, I am happy? Otherwise the other days, The pillows used to be wet with tears. I don’t want to take cheap supplements anymore, Because I know that, I can’t get the love from any supplements, Which I can get from the sweet heart of yours. These days, I fall asleep, while thinking about you, These days, I wake up while thinking about you, These days I live while thinking about you, These days, I smile while thinking about you. Probably, one day, I will beg on my knees, On our wedding day, In front of you, For your hand, To marry you, While thinking about you? Will you say, ‘yes’? Or make me cry for your love? As you always do? When I talk about other girls mistakenly? Probably, I will have to say out loud, That how much I love you, Or paint the whole city and print, That I love you, But yeah, I will never miss a single chance to prove, That how much I love you. And my love, Will you say, ‘Yes’? My drug addiction will never be faded away, I know, Because my love, I know that you will never be faded away from me, Because my love, I know, That you can’t live without me too, But my love when I tell you, “I am a Drug addict” How would you react? And how would you react, When at last I tell you, “The drug I take is you? I am addicted of you?” Probably you will smile, Or you will laugh or giggle, But my love, You are my morphine, You are my drug And I can’t live without my drug, And so yeah, I am a drug addict. No need to take me in clinic, For remove my drug addiction… Just take me in wedding hall with my love, And let me enjoy the drug for forever. "Whispers of the Heart" is a collection of poems of the poem collection series "Love Behind Curtains" written by Somnath Bhattacharjee. The Poem collection is filled with romantic beautiful poems which will touch the hearts of the readers. Read more exciting and Romantic Poems written by Somnath Bhattacharjee.
Migrant Hearts and the Atlantic Return examines contemporary migration in the context of a Roman Catholic Church eager to both comprehend and act upon the movements of peoples. Combining extensive fieldwork with lay and religious Latin American migrants in Rome and analysis of the Catholic Church’s historical desires and anxieties around conversion since the period of colonization, Napolitano sketches the dynamics of a return to a faith’s putative center. Against a Eurocentric notion of Catholic identity, Napolitano shows how the Americas reorient Europe. Napolitano examines both popular and institutional Catholicism in the celebrations of the Virgin of Guadalupe and El Senor de los Milagros, papal encyclicals, the Latin American Catholic Mission, and the order of the Legionaries of Christ. Tracing the affective contours of documented and undocumented immigrants’ experiences and the Church’s multiple postures toward transnational migration, she shows how different ways of being Catholic inform constructions of gender, labor, and sexuality whose fault lines intersect across contemporary Europe.