Quotes from Tamera Alexander

Then you'll need to teach him again, until he's learned. Just as I've done with you boys. That's what God does with us, after all. Puts us out into the world where the only real boundary is that of His love. His love either compels us, or restrains us. There is nothing stronger, Danny.

sometimes it's the one thing we've never had, but have wanted for so long, that has the power to disappoint us the most.

How easy it was to slip back into the comfort of one's own life, even into one's own worries and fears, and to unintentionally forget. Tears rose to her eyes. Her throat tightened. Oh, Lord. forgive me....Help me to be more grateful.

The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?' God knows the precise moment he will call you home, my dear brothers. You will not stay on this earth one second longer than God ordains! Nor will you be swept up to heaven's peace a moment too soon. You are in his hands. So travel this life with that confidence tucked close against your heart!

It's best for a man to be thought a fool instead of opening his mouth and removing all doubt.

When the lungs finally empty of air and begin to fill with the sweetness of heaven's breath, one will realize in that instant that thought they have existed before, only in that moment will they truly have begun to live.

Joy, joy forever, my task is done. The gates are passed, and heaven is won.

Just as hundreds of brushstrokes comprised a finished canvas, people were made up of a lifetime of experiences, both good and bad. And without knowing what someone had endured, it was impossible to truly know them—and accept them—for who they were.

I ain't one to question the Lord's goodness, but sometimes it sure feels like he can give a body too much to bear, don't it?

May I remind you that I'm paying you, very well"—she raised a brow, appreciating the ease of banter they'd shared since the outset of their association—"to carry my equipment and assist me in my work, not to offer opinions on my decisions." "Ain't no extra charge for them, ma'am. They's free." She shook her head at his broad smile.

Life wasn't all neat and tidy. Along with joy and happiness, there were bitter disappointments and heart-rending loose ends.

The artist has been kind to me," she said softly, not looking at him. "The artist drew what he saw. What he sees even now," he said. A single tear slipped down her cheek. "I wish this were easier, Jake." "Nothing is easy, Aletta. At least nothing worth having.

It wasn't the hand a person was dealt that determined the outcome—it was the person holding the cards who made the difference. And he'd laid his cards down long ago. At the foot of the cross.

Sometimes you had to let a person stumble, let 'em fall flat out—no matter how much it hurt to see—before they could come to grips with how bad off they were. Because until a person realized that, there wasn't much helping them.

A twinkle lit his eyes. "And I'll tell you this, my bonny lass, I'm not of a mind to let you go either. Not without a good fight." She smiled at his brogue and at the mischievous gleam in his expression. "But if it's a fight you're wantin'"—he winked—"then you've come to the right man, my lady. Because I won't be lettin' you go without one.

I've never tried to imagine a world without God. This one seems hard enough as it is.

Because when the Judgment Day came and everyone's sins were laid bare, she knew that no nails would be left clutched in anyone's hands or stuffed in anyone's pockets. Including her own. That everyone would have driven their very last nail into the hands and feet of Jesus. So yes, even as she struggled to move forward and seek understanding of all that had happened, she would leave Hood and this entire horrible war at the cross of Christ.

I love you, Aletta. I want you to be my wife. And no matter how long you need, I'll wait for you. Do you hear me?" "Of course I hear you," she finally whispered, opening her eyes. "I'm right here, after all." With a wry smile, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. Already breathless, she filled her lungs and looked into his eyes.

Molly?" "Yes?" He turned back and reached out as though to touch her, then stopped. "I'll wait. And when the time comes, whenever you're ready—if you're ever ready—all you have to do is . . ." He didn't complete the sentence. He didn't have to.

How intricate were the stitches with which God was weaving the tapestry of her life. And how often did the blessings therein exact a price more dear, and further reaching, than she would ever comprehend this side of eternity.

Would you like a . . . a cup of cider?" She thought she heard him laugh. "A cup of cider? In the middle of the night?" She smiled, knowing he couldn't see her, but it felt good after a day spent worrying. "It's silly. I'm sorry. Never mind." "No! I'd like a cup of a cider. Or a cup of . . . anything . . . with you, ma'am.

ade slipping back into place. "Heavy crowd tonight.

She looked at him for the longest time, and he sensed she wanted to tell him something, so he kept quiet, giving her ample opportunity. She finally stood on tiptoe and kissed him, high on the cheek, about as far away from his mouth as she could get. But that was okay. She'd kissed him. It was a start. And he'd take it.

And yet, looking back on it now, she could see that God had been working on her behalf, even though she'd been blind to it.