Kindle Notes & Highlights
While she couldn’t explain the urgency, she’d learned over the past thirty years to follow the whispers inside her head. God whispers, Nana had called them.
Her daughter was always quick to respond. A heart ready to obey.
Koster Isle embodied all that was good in her life, experienced through two people who loved God and all those around them.
The mistakes in one’s past, Nana had said, could be fired and sculpted and repurposed for something good.
Her grandma firmly believed that God had a plan for every man and woman who followed Him.
It seemed rather lofty to think that God might have something planned for her life, but she would continue listening, intently, to the whispers in her mind.
Only when you cleared away the weeds, Nana once said, could a heart heal.
now that her grandma was gone, maybe it was finally time for her to clear this path on the island and the one inside her alike.
“Even a fragile wing can fly again.”
No one knew what went on sometimes in families. The good and the bad. No one could possibly understand except those who had lived through it.
