166 Quotes by Karen Witemeyer

Loving this woman was either going to kill him or make his life richer than he’d ever imagined.

He gently covered her hand with his, wishing he could feel her soft skin through the rough leather of his work gloves. He dragged her fingers down from his mouth and cradled them against his chest. His gaze never left her face. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t look away. Fingers splayed, her palm pressed against the thin cotton of his shirt, directly over his heart. In that moment, he knew she belonged to him.

He didn’t see women as lesser beings. He respected their abilities and would defend them like a hero of old.

I had a long talk with my husband last night. And he made me realize that I have to choose which voices to believe. I can believe the ones that tell me I’m not good enough or brave enough or pretty enough and let them skew my perception of events, or I can push aside that clamor and seek out the voice that tells me I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

He was no good at making pretty words. The more he opened his mouth, the greater his chances of mucking things up.

Eva, on the other hand, forfeited her edge without hesitation. Despite her ingrained insecurity about her eyes and a history of outsiders devaluing her because of them, she openly professed her brokenness and offered it as a gift to strangers.

Scripture instructs God’s people to give our best to whatever task we turn our hands to, to conduct ourselves as if we work for the Lord himself, not for man.

Abigail’s pulse hiccuped as Zach lowered his face towards hers, and when their lips touched – mercy, but her knees nearly buckled. He was kissing her. Honest-to-goodness kissing, As if he meant it. As if this marriage were something more than a business arrangement. As if he actually had feelings for her.

In truth, as much as her heart panged at the thought that she might never have children, she was content with her lot. God had called her to medicine. Of that she had no doubt. He’d placed a passion within her for scientific learning and a heart that ached on behalf of the hurting. She might never have what other women did, but what she did have was special, and she wouldn’t regret making whatever sacrifices were necessary to fulfill her vocation.