A Light on the Hill (Cities of Refuge #1)

by Connilyn Cossette

I believe that Yahweh is providing a man who will see beyond the veil, past the mark, and into your heart.”

“If any man cannot see past an outward mark that was inflicted upon you and see the beauty of the soul that I have no doubt matches the beauty of your face, then he is not worthy of you.”

Instead of railing against your lot, you endure it with quiet grace.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that one can either endure hardship or thrive within it.”

“you will find that there is purpose in all of this, that somehow the ashes of all this present grief will become fertile soil for something you cannot yet fathom.”

“Mercy is not earned,” I said, pulling the words from the center of my soul, where I knew Yahweh had placed them. “It is gifted.”

I vowed once again to never assume the worst of those around me and to guard against the seeds of bitterness and self-pity ever taking root in my heart.