Kindle Notes & Highlights
Although France had a decent-sized Black population—mostly immigrants—Jean-Luc didn’t know how large or small it was compared to other countries.
He was staring. He shouldn’t stare. But how do I stop?
He didn’t want to be the tortured soul anymore, but he wasn’t sure how to shake off the shroud that had cloaked him since his wife’s death.
She knew that God was everywhere, but just stepping into a sanctuary raised the hairs on her arms and whispered a welcome to her spirit.
I think there are those who learned, perhaps because they had a great need, someone met it, and now they wish to return the favor by spreading kindness.”
What had she done to him? She had him praying for mercy to a God he’d ignored for the past five years.
Later, when he was alone, he’d have to fall on his knees and pray for God to make a way.
“God doesn’t want us stuck in our sins but learning from them and moving forward in newness.”
His mouth twitched at the corners as her gaze softened at Mickey and Minnie sitting on a bench, reading a book.
“I’ve seen many miracles due to prayers. It’s one reason I became a believer instead of relying wholly on science. I’m glad to know you had others praying too.”
being back in prayer with God and reading His word had reminded Jean-Luc that God did not look at outward appearance. As long as his heart was right with the Lord, that was what mattered.
“I hope they find their ever-after like I found mine.” Her luminous gaze captured his.

