A Spy's Devotion (The Regency Spies of London, #1)

by Melanie Dickerson

If a person was kind, respectable, and sensible, they tended to look the handsomer for it.

Julia played to calm her own emotions, whether sadness, contentment, joy, or frustration. Letting her fingers draw music from the ivory keys eased any gloomy feelings and enhanced the more joyful ones.

“He said God expects us to trust him to help us make important decisions, that God will give us wisdom if we ask him. Promise me you will pray about this, that you will ask God to help you know how you should act and how to control these emotions. Pray for wisdom.”

Didn’t God see inside a person’s heart and judge them for their thoughts and motives? God’s ways were not man’s ways. It was starting to seem obvious to her that polite society’s rules and God’s requirements were completely different.

Julia had put so much pressure on herself and on Phoebe to follow society’s rather arbitrary rules, when she should have been following “the only good and perfect law of liberty and of love,” which the rector had spoken about in church this past Sunday—God’s Word.

Being overly emotional might be unwise, but being unloving was a failing indeed.

“I understand it quite well, I’m afraid. He was captivated by her sweetness and beauty. He saw his future in her eyes.”