God goes with me. There’s no better escort.
What I get fearful about the future, I look back and see how faithful God has been.
Morrow... my heart is on the ground.” The simple Shawnee phrase rent her heart. She simply bent her head as he whispered, “Remember how much I love you. Remember love bears all things.
Books, like friends, should be few and well-chosen. Samuel Johnson.
Some matters you have little control over. Love is one of them.
But home wasn’t a place, she was coming to realize. Home was family. Home was right here, right now. With these God-given people.
One of life’s most painful mysteries was that time moved on, with or without you. Those left behind loved and laughed and resumed living as if you’d never been at all.
All she had left was faith. Belief. God Himself.
Gardening is the purest human pleasure. Francis Bacon.
Be less the general and more a father. Hold her close at night and chase the shadows away.
Mostly I just want my daughter to read. To grow lost in books.
Though sympathy tugged at her, Sophie’s imagination made fearsome leaps. The grieving widower. The destitute governess. A motherless child. It had all the makings of a scintillating novel.
Promise me, Roxie,” he said again. The way he said her name – low and slow and sweet – was like nothing she’d ever heard. She could feel his eyes on her in such a way it was as if he was tracing the oval of her face with his fingers. And all her halfhearted talk of leaving turned to ashes. “I promise.
She would stay strong. She would remember the promises in Scripture. She would hope and pray and not give away.
John Andre,” she said, toying with a spoon. “He fell in love with a Philadelphia belle named Peggy Shippen. I merely had the privilege of sewing her dresses.
I thought you’d gone.” “I had to turn back.” “Why?” “All that matters is right here.
His fiddle weeps, she thought, yet it wooed her with its sweetness, warm as a lover’s touch.
We thank Thee, Lord, for happy hearts, for rain and sunny weather. We thank Thee, Lord for this our food, and that we are together. Amen.
She stared at herself in the looking glass, wishing for another face, another reflection.
Before she could even step off the porch he was picking her up. “Light as thistledown,” he teased. “’Tis what I suspected.