Help me be still, God. Not literally, of course, but in heart and mind, in attitude.

I think she broke, but not in the way I – or any of us – expected. She didn’t go crazy. She became more focused. More strategic.

Because he listened to you. When everything in him told him to fight, he listened.” Mr. Tzaddik’s kind brown eyes met hers. “Loving a warrior is not easy. I pray our Lord Jesus will strengthen you for the journey.

No sane person could witness what they saw every day in the field, or carry out the acts of violence they were tasked with, and not come away affected.

I can spot trouble from a mile away except when it comes with curves.

It’s not rash,” she said, a fiery tone to her words. “I’ve waited two years for him to realize how I felt. He’s just a little slow on the uptake.

What we have, what we go through – defines us. Makes us. Changes us, whether for better or worse, it crafts who we are.

From the start, his lack of fear warned her that he’d been through a lot. Only an experienced person rushed into an unknown situation without hesitation.

Never thought I’d see the day where a leaf beat a plank of wood.

A little Devine intervention.