“ The schoolroom . . . Olivia had always adored its confines and endless horizons. The melodious purr of the teacher's voice rising up and down her lessons like a musical score. And the sight of book sp… Julie Klassen
“ Where has God promised to fulfill our every whim according to the minutia of our earthly desires? Where has He promised to keep us from suffering or disappointment? Things He did not spare His own Son… Julie Klassen
“ And that love letter you wrote, Rowan added helpfully. Signing it with another chap’s name. Emma Smallwood’s eyes widened, and she turned to look at him, brows high. Henry felt his neck heat. His crav… Julie Klassen
“ You are free to go, Father," she whispered. "We are all of us free." Olivia finally understood what Mr Tugwell had tried to tell her. This was how it was for every fallen crteature. Christ bore the pe… Julie Klassen
“ I have been praying, too, for the first time in my life. That parson, Tugwell, he helped me see - not the error of my ways, for I knew them all to well already - but what was wanting in me. I am far f… Julie Klassen
“ Do you recall the last time you and I danced? I am afraid I was rude to you. She ducked her head, embarrassed. You didn’t like being forced to dance with me then any more than now, I imagine. It was h… Julie Klassen
“ Whereas the disparity between Henry and me is permanent? She tucked her chin, regarding him in bemusement. I never meant to suggest any such thing. Did Phillip feel inferior in some way to his elder b… Julie Klassen
“ What’s put that secret smile on your face? Phillip asked, a teasing light in his eyes. Don’t tell me Henry was actually pleasant company. He was, Emma allowed. Very knowledgeable. Julian said, What di… Julie Klassen
“ I remember everything about you, Miss Macy. Every moment between us—the good and the bad.” He chuckled dryly. “Though I prefer to linger on more recent pleasant moments. Julie Klassen
“ You don't wear jewelry, do you? Besides your wedding ring, I mean?''Now often. If is not that I disapprove. I simply don't take the time to bother with it. I've been given a few trinkets over the year… Julie Klassen
“ Mr. Upchurch,” she fumbled. “I . . . I must take my leave directly. But before I go, allow me to say how sorry I am for the callous way I treated you in the past. I regret it most keenly.” His heart s… Julie Klassen
“ We all of us die, Miss Smallwood,' he interrupted. 'But we don't all of us make our lives count for something. How much better to die saving another soul than to stand safe on shore and do nothing whi… Julie Klassen
“ How rough your hands still are.”Embarrassed, she made to pull them away, but he held them fast. “Yet never have I longed to kiss any woman’s hands as I long to kiss these. Julie Klassen
“ I need to hear the words of this book—its truth, forgiveness, hope—as much as anybody.” Nathaniel looked up with an apologetic smile. “I know I’m no great orator. But I ask you to bear with me as I fu… Julie Klassen
“ But I don't think any parent can expect to escape this life without disappointing his child at some point. And the same could be said the other way around. We all of us fall short now and again, and d… Julie Klassen
“ Do you not pray, Miss Smallwood?'She avoided his gaze. 'No.''God is speaking to you every day,' he said softly. 'You might return the favor.'She raised her chin. 'I don't hear Him.''Do you listen?'She… Julie Klassen
“ Please forgive me for the way I've treated her, Rachel prayed. Please help me repair the damage I've done. Help her to forgive me too. Oh merciful Father, help me not to be so full of myself that ther… Julie Klassen
“ Manage the inn, Jane, save it. Have a mission in life. Discover that work worth doing is about more than profit and toil. It's about using the gifts and ability you've been given to serve your fellow… Julie Klassen
“ At the door he turned and looked back. She stood, facing away from him, the sunlight from the window enshrouding her in an unmerited halo of gold. Perhaps, he thought, that was how God saw all His chi… Julie Klassen
“ You do not esteem good deeds?" She shifted the basket handle to both hands, just as a cool breeze blew a bonnet string across her face. "My dear Miss Keene, what would the world be without them?" He b… Julie Klassen
