Inviting God to write the chapters of our loves story involves work on our part – not just a scattered prayer here and there, not merely a feeble attempt to find some insight by flopping open the Bible every now and then. It’s seeking Him on a daily basis, putting Him in first place at all times, discovering His heart

Inviting God to write the chapters of our loves story involves work on our part - not just a scattered prayer here and there, not merely a feeble attempt to find some insight by flopping open the Bible every now and then. It's seeking Him on a daily basis, putting Him in first place at all times, discovering His heart

Inviting God to write the chapters of our loves story involves work on our part – not just a scattered prayer here and there, not merely a feeble attempt to find some insight by flopping open the Bible every now and then. It’s seeking Him on a daily basis, putting Him in first place at all times, discovering His heart (Eric Ludy, When God Writes Your Love Story: The Ultimate Approach to Guy/Girl Relationships)

Foreign behavior? What the fuck are you talking about? Foreign behavior? Have you read Things Fall Apart? Ifemulu asked, wishing she had not told Ranyinudo about Dike. She was angrier with Ranyinudo than she had ever been, yet she knew that Ranyinudo meant well, and had said what many other Nigerians would say, which was why she had not told anyone else about Dike’s suicide attempt since she came back

Foreign behavior? What the fuck are you talking about? Foreign behavior? Have you read Things Fall Apart? Ifemulu asked, wishing she had not told Ranyinudo about Dike. She was angrier with Ranyinudo than she had ever been, yet she knew that Ranyinudo meant well, and had said what many other Nigerians would say, which was why she had not told anyone else about Dike's suicide attempt since she came back

Foreign behavior? What the fuck are you talking about? Foreign behavior? Have you read Things Fall Apart? Ifemulu asked, wishing she had not told Ranyinudo about Dike. She was angrier with Ranyinudo than she had ever been, yet she knew that Ranyinudo meant well, and had said what many other Nigerians would say, which was why she had not told anyone else about Dike’s suicide attempt since she came back (Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah)