Quotes from Colleen Coble

We are all the same inside. We have the same heartaches and joys, the same fears and ambitions. Money doesn't change who we are.

You talk of being a believer, but you can't seem to trust anyone, not even God. You cling to your wealth as your security and carry the baggage of being unworthy, even though God loves you and has forgiven you. You should have listened a little closer to that sermon in church a couple of weeks back.

Lily Donaldson tiptoed to the front door and winced when it opened with a creak.

She put her hands together in a pious attitude and segued into a Princess Bride persona. "Mawwiage . . . mawwiage is what bwings us togevah today . . . mawwiage and twue wuv.

Love made you vulnerable--any kind of love.

People are going to pull you in all directions. Where you end up is a direct result of how wise your decisions are.

We keep walking the right direction in spite of not being able to see the path.

God isn't like a genie in a bottle who will do whatever we ask. Prayer is about talking with God, getting to know him, learning to love the things he loves. He's preparing us to be fit citizens for the kingdom to come, and his goal isn't to give us everything we want in this world. Don't you want whatever God knows is best?

Enough of problems,' Anu said, lifting her teacup to her lips. 'We shall focus on God's goodness. Nothing good or bad happens to us but what it first passes through the Father's hand.

Jeremiah 17:9 says, 'The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?' We can even deceive ourselves into thinking we are Christian or that we are following God. But when adversity comes, the true believer will still weather it standing, though he may go through a fire of doubt. This is God's mercy to us, to strengthen our faith and our hearts. Allow this adversity to bow your knee to God and accept his will.

The horses came thundering toward Margaret. "Get down!" Daniel tackled her to the dusty ground. The breath puffed out of her. She struggled to free herself, but his strong body kept her pinned beneath him. She could smell the clean scent of soap underneath the scent of his skin. Never in her life had she felt so helpless and dependent. And protected. The word whispered through her brain with a gentle allure.

Margaret is the most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on. The men in this county must be crazy not to see that.