15 Quotes by Lorna Seilstad

If we’re lucky, God blesses us with a few folks who are willing to look beyond the flaws and see the person we try so hard to hide. And if we’re blessed, we find someone who’ll love us anyway.

When you love someone, they deserve to know the truth

This is the excuse you’ve been looking for, isn’t it?” He heard the hard edge in his voice. “You think you can push me away before I get the chance to hurt you. You’ll go bury your feelings in a pile of work just like you always do. You’re scared to love me, but you’re too late, Emily Graham. You already do.” “I never said that.

I look ridiculous.” “You look like a beautiful baseball player.” He paused and grinned. “And that blush looks lovely with your outfit.” She rolled her eyes. “Have you forgotten I have a bat in my hands?” “Ah, but can you use it?

God doesn’t want us to settle for what’s in front of our face. He wants to bless us with things beyond our imagination.

Put this on.” He pushed the coat into her hands. “I’ll go get the quilt because you’re going to need all the warmth you can get.” “What about you?” “So you’d like me to warm you up too?” Her face bloomed crimson. He grinned. “I’d love to warm you up, but your sisters are watching.” “Th-that’s not what I meant. I was worried about you being cold.” “It’s nice to know you care.” He pulled the coat from her hands and draped it around her shoulders. “I didn’t say that.

I love you, Carter Stockton. I love how you want to follow God, I love your trustworthiness, and I love the tumble of curls on your forehead.” “Is that a yes?” “That, my love, is a grand slam.” With a whoop, he lifted her from the ground and spun her in a circle until the dizziness in her head matched the dizziness in her heart.

Carter snickered, and Emily shot him a glare. His midair catch obviously hadn’t won him any favor in her eyes. If he had to guess, she’d tried and convicted him of being a cocky baseball player, not worthy of thinking beyond the field. Fine. He’d change her mind. He enjoyed a challenge. And she should realize he wasn’t used to losing.

He hopped down from his perch and met her on the walk. “For you.” He held out the daisy. “Your favorite, right?” “You remembered.” “Of course I did. The other day you said you loved its simple beauty.” A rosy blush bloomed on her cheeks, and he grinned.