I read a lovely Christmas novel over the holidays, one recommended to me by a twitter follower. It was written by a rector’s wife in England back in the 1911 and had a Grace Livingston Hill feel to it. (But even better, because it’s set in England!) The Following of the Star by Frances L. Barclay (FREE on kindle!) is a romance of sorts, with lots of great truth woven in. Anyway, this is one of the lines I found quite profound. I’ll be looking for more of her books!