Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed.

A bruised apple is not all bad. It still has tremendous potential.

God's delays are not God's denials.

Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed.

She remembered how Billy always picked the first apple blossoms and put them into a tin cup for her. They made the house smell like springtime. Billy said apple trees were a double blessing, first for the blossoms and then the apples.

I tell people, 'I was born in a little house at the dead end of a dirt road that had no name and no number, and you can go anywhere from nowhere.'