The Prayer Box (A Carolina Chronicles #1)

by Lisa Wingate

“It is not washing dirty floors, but the feet of Jesus, Iola. All we do for others, we do for the One Most High.”

You are not a God of endless harbors. Harbors are for stagnant sails and barnacled wood, but the sea . . . the sea is fresh rain and cleansing breeze and sleek sails. You are a God of winds and tides. Of journeys and storms and navigation by stars and faith.

You can dress a toad in lace, but the minute you let it go, it’ll still poop on your porch.”