A few days passed, and spring bloomed. The apple tree where their nest was perched was full of blossoms. By then, Little Sparrow had learned to fly. When his mother was away, he flew down to the base ...

That thought sat in them like a stone. Yes, it all made sense. God’s love was for everyone else, even those who didn't deserve it, while they—the outcast, the toy left to rot—had been cursed to live ...

I love autumn just like you. Mary and her grandmother were walking in the park. Mary held her grandmother's hand and they strolled calmly. She looked around at her surroundings. All the tree leaves ...