Tyndale Fiction

Everything she did mirrored her faith. It was as though every waking hour of every day she was devoted to pleasing her god by serving others. This god that she worshiped consumed her. It didn't ask for a brief visit to a temple, or a small votive offering of food or coin, or a few prayers every now and then. This god wanted all of her.

“I don’t believe the purpose of life is to be happy. It’s to serve. It’s to be useful.”

She didn’t trust anyone anymore, least of all Jesus.

“You never know what God has in mind until He’s finished with you.”

“I’m still your friend, the best friend you’ll ever have.” And more, so much more. “And I always will be.”

Marianne would want Joshua’s wife to have this.

“Sometimes God has to destroy in order to save. He has to wound in order to heal.”

“Does God pay you?”
“Yep. Herman just signs the checks.”

He recognized those toes. He noticed her legs again. She stood a foot away.

You can make many plans,
but the Lord’s purpose will prevail.
PROVERBS 19:21