the story of Amy Bentley & Zach Lautenschlager
It was the kind of call I’d been waiting for since I was eighteen. Years now I had spent waiting for a godly young man to see me, and to ask my dad’s permission to get to know me better not for just any reason, but because he saw in me what he wanted in a wife. But this call was not for me. It was about my little sister.
We become the story we feed on. Marital love satisfies longings like no cheap imitation can. So the Real Story, the cosmic romance, fills us like no other story can.
What story will I feed on? What story will I become?