Counted With the Stars (Out From Egypt, #1)

by Connilyn Cossette

The God who parted the sea could surely mend the rift in my heart.

Yahweh is the creator of all that there is. He is the most real thing, the only eternal thing. Our hearts will stop beating, our eyes will close, the mountains may someday crumble, the trees will wither away, but Yahweh will always be.”

looked up at the stars, brilliant lights created simply by his words—or perhaps by his song. Did they sing, too? A reflective resonance of the music begun by the God who sang the first note?

“My life was nothing but scattered rhythms and dissonant notes before I met you.”