“Love is patient, Marcus,” she said softly. “Love is kind. Love doesn’t act unbecomingly or seek its own. It is not provoked, nor does it take into account a wrong suffered. Love doesn’t rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices in truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails . . .” Marcus gave her a mocking smile. “Love like that is impossible.” “Nothing is impossible for God,” she said with such certainty and gentle conviction that he frowned.
