Quotes from Regina Jennings

He'd tried a life separated from God, and it was no way to live. He'd rather be a son who was chastened than a stranger who was ignored.

All over the world there were families deciding to care about each other and encourage one another along the paths God had given them.

Nothing hurts like a hostile farewell.

God sure hadn't done His menfolk any favors when He's made women such a puzzlement.

Then I'm going to pray that God sends a conundrum your way that you must solve and that you can only solve with His help." Miranda straightened. "That's not very chivalrous." His eyes were kind but firm. "I admire the woman I've come to know here, and while I can't promise I'll ever see her again, I refuse to let her disappear off the face of the earth. You have to keep her alive.

I mean, really ponder what God gave you breath for. Most of our suffering means nothing. What are we striving for? To make ourselves more comfortable? To add prestige or honor to our reputation? Buth then you find something - a cause, a person - worth dying for, and you realize that's the best gift God can give you, because until you know what you'd die for, you don't know what you're living for.

Betsy was impulsive in every area save one. Where men were concerned, she'd never ventured anything. Let others wear their hearts on their sleeves; let others chase after masculine attention. Betsy had more interesting pursuits.

The only difference between your average man and a hero is that the hero figures out what to do before it's too late,' He nudged her aside and, with a few pulls, filled her bucket. 'Then he has the nerve to go on and do it.' Betsy leaned back as if she was trying to get a complete view of him from head to toe. 'Is that all it takes to make a good hero?' 'One more thing. A hero always comes back for his lady.

Just because you expect something doesn't make it any easier to bear.

You never know when God's going to replace what you thought was gone forever. What a gift - a precious gift from God.

Sometimes the best gifts aren't convenient at the time.

Yes, my buggy is outside and my horse has been acting up. I wondered if you could come rub its skull and tell me if it's got a bad case of stubborn, or if it might be indigestion?

Graham turned to face her. "Never be afraid to talk to me.

I've got no bone to pick with science, but first off I'm a man of faith. If you're using science to put limits on what God can accomplish with a person, that's where we part ways.

Already she'd learned that paths, once taken, rarely allowed you to go back and change direction without some penalty. Once the decision was made at the fork in the road, it was incredibly hard to change course.

Was life measured by the trouble you avoided, or by the obstacles you overcame? God had made her for trouble, equipped her for hardship. She'd do her share and then some. Most of all, she'd buttress the man who faced the dangers for all of them. He wouldn't do it alone. Not while she had blood pumping in her veins.

Sounds like a thankless job. Sometimes the most important ones are.

I'm praying about it. He knows what I want.

Ignoring the boy following them, Graham said, "I hope your trip home was pleasant, even if it was alone." "You shouldn't have gotten me a private car. That was excessive." "I was hoping to make up for my absence. Did it?" Her cheeks warmed as she ducked her head. "No. I still would've rather had you." "Oh, love, that's the nicest thing--" He pecked a kiss on her cheek so quickly, she couldn't quite believe it had happened.

Why would your brother listen to me?" "Because he knows I love you.

Bailey handed Molly the pen and she had Molly Parmelia written when he halted her with a gentle touch to her back. "Don't forget your new name." "Oh, you're right." She bit her tongue and scripted out Garner with a flourish. "How's that?" "Beautiful." But he wasn't looking at her penmanship. "So

I'll come back for you soon, and when I do, be ready for a kiss that'll knock you off the rails.

He searched her face. "Don't worry about the painting. It'll take care of itself. But you can't let this determine your future. You'll find other quests. You'll face other challenges. All I'm asking is that you face them like a woman with backbone, not the self-conscious woman who hid behind her grandfather the day she arrived. Making your own path will take courage, and you have that courage.

Oh, the floozy. Now she's worried about her gaping neckline? Weston ignored Molly and drew Rosa's attention back to their