Her fingers tapped against her king. Her soft, graceful fingers. He could almost feel them twined with his. He'd not understood her gesture the first time she'd placed her hand in his. But when they'd knelt together in the chapel yesterday and she'd kept her hand wrapped with his, he'd taken comfort from her hold, felt somehow bolder with her by his side.

The onlookers had seen not three men in the fire, but four. God hadn’t taken them out of the fiery trial. He’d walked with them through it.

God had indeed taken her on a voyage. Through it all, He’d done a mighty work inside her, changing her, teaching her to truly love, and making her ready for even greater things to come. She couldn’t ask for anything more.

Whatever the future brought, she was learning to trust that God was with her no matter where she was and no matter how difficult her situation.

My sister always said if we’re stronger in body, that just means we’ve got more responsibility from the good Lord to take care of any who are weaker.

Would not the world be a better place if a man simply lived in humility and loved his brother or sister as himself, regardless of one’s birth?

It was as if she’d been stuck her entire life in a tiny overcrowded corner that had defined her existence, ignorant of the spacious world that existed beyond her.

The truth was, he liked being his own man, breaking free of the constraints of his class and doing whatever he pleased.

Joseph met the captain’s gaze and realized the conversation was more than simply crossing a bridge. It was an invitation to another journey, a journey he couldn’t wait to begin.