“I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn’t all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.”

“If you actually are an educated, thinking person, you will not be welcome in Washington, D.C. I know a couple of bright seventh graders who would not be welcome in Washington D.C.”

“So, as a seventh grader,no, you weren't friends with people you didnt like. But sometimesyou also werent friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didnt make any sence if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. Thats where the sadness came in.”

“So as a seventh grader, no, you weren't friends with people you didn't like. But sometimes you also weren't friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didn't make any sense if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. That's where the sadness came in.”

“Brianna peered through the large window into the sea of plexiglass cradles. Each infant, so small and precious, belonged to someone. Someone who cared for them. Someone who loved them. Brianna sniffled and turned away, unable to bear the thought that she had no one.”

“Creation’s seventh sunriseWe stand before the burning bush of timeThe six days were goodBut the seventh He called holyCreation’s seventh sunriseWe wake and go to work six days a weekTo struggle with the strain and stressBut the Lords’ provided for the care of our soulsA day of rejoice and restCreation’s seventh sunriseWe stand before the burning bush of timeThe six days were goodBut the seventh He called holyCreation’s seventh sunriseCome see a sanctuary made of timeCome speak forgotten words of prayerIt calls us, “Come away from your dissonant days” “Come out and breathe the garden air.” (leave your worries there) Creation’s seventh sunriseWe stand before the burning bush of timeThe six days were goodBut the seventh He called holyCreation’s seventh sunriseAnd the promise of that rest still standsTo all who would be freeAnd though we might be bound by timeWe can taste Eternity”