My Stubborn Heart

by Becky Wade

Funny thing about prayers. God hears them. But you just never know if, when, or how He’s going to answer them.

This is the best prologue ever written. No hyperbole. The best.

A dizzy kind of emotion—happiness?—was still buzzing through him. Man, he was rusty at happiness.

she’d stopped trusting God, been willing to turn her back on Him. While God had only, ever, this whole time, been working for her good. The thought humbled her deeply. Even in the face of her rebellion, He’d still given her this gift.

She would have wept with joy and appreciation and wonder, except that she was too busy laughing and trying to imprint every detail of the evening into her memory for always.