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

by Connilyn Cossette

“I think,” she said, “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.”

And perhaps it was not Yahweh who had stopped whispering to my heart seven years ago, but me who had built a wall between us.

“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.”