Quotes About Trust

Perhaps this is what it was all about. Leaning on God when life made no sense, as well as when the answers seem clear.

Instead of asking Him to remember you, why not pray to find comfort and value where He has taken you.

Often admitting our weakness and fear is the first step to finding rest in God. Our trust in Him isn't conveyed though superhuman confidence as much as it comes in the way of childlike reliance on Him.

love isn't about living in fear. It's not about controlling the hearts of those around you. It is patient and kind. It endures and believes the very best. It never gives up.

I can tell you what women need in general. They need respect and love. They need to be able to trust your word and to be able to confide in you. So often, we can't care for ourselves in this world, so we need protection and provision.

Your hope doesn't come from within-not in the sense of self, anyway. It comes from God alone. If not, then it will crumble and blow as dust to the wind. You have only to fix your sights on Jesus.

God is bigger than our pain and sorrows. He's bigger than our guilt. He is able to take anything we give Him and turn it around for good.

It's really better if you let God take charge. I find that when I try to be in control, I lose control.

We can't remake the past, but God holds our future in His hand, and there's always a place to begin anew.

If God tells you to do something, you do it. If God tells you to go, you go. Do those two things, and when you're finished in this life, your soul will be in heaven before the devil knows you're dead

Self-control is an important part of living a Christian life. But you don't have to do it on your own. God gives you a lot of help along the way. When you're tempted to do the wrong thing, go the wrong direction, He's there for you.

Somehow, without her awareness, she'd obviously sought him out during the night, curling around him like a vine while she'd slumbered. Mortified, she tried to pull away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize... that is, I didn't mean to... to..." "Sleep on me?" he drawled, his words slow and husky. Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded instead. "Don't worry." He smiled. "You make a very nice blanket.

Be careful, little girl. Or else the big, bad wolf might just change his mind and decide to eat you after all.

Stepping back, he went to his bedside table. He returned carrying something. Opening his palm, he revealed the heart-shaped pendant he'd given her so many months ago. "I've kept this," he explained. "You might say it's become a talisman of sorts. I... I carry it everywhere. But I'm going to give it to you again, if you'll take it. Whether you decide ever to wear it or not is up to you." "Jack," she murmured, as she let him press the jewelry into her hand.

Silence is better than a fabrication.

But what if I were another kind of man? What if I were the sort to have taken advantage of our unusual situation? You must realize, Miss Amberley, that had I wished, I might have done almost anything to you by now." A startled laugh escaped her lips. "Are you saying you might have murdered me in my bed? Do not be ridiculous, my lord." "I wasn't thinking about murder, but beds would definitely have been involved.

Might I require protection, Wyvern?" "Not at the moment, no, but if you do acquire another pistol, I could always be persuaded to disarm you again.

Knowing I was your property made me safe, made me make sense in his world. It was okay that I was a 'handful' because you had me under control. Malachi, you didn't even blink. You didn't have to think about it. You knew what would reassure him, and it was treating me like an unbroken horse.

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

It was not a house where secrets could be kept easily.

He had decided to trust me.

I didn't move. I've learned from years of experience that dogs and falcons and ladies come back to you if you stay where you are.

I really don't want to have to put your heart back together again a second time." His gaze was direct, his eyes locked on hers. "Stop breaking it, then," he replied softly. The

People will forgive a penitent enemy before they forgive a professed friend.