"Jah, well, it would be a whole lot easier for me to feel closer to God if He'd give me back my leg."

"You need to quit feeling sorry for yourself and ask God to help you be all you can be. He'll give you the grace to deal with your disability if you can lean on Him and set your bitterness aside."

I don't care what they think. I love William, and I promised to marry him. Linda lifted her china a notch. I'm going to keep that promise, no matter what anyone says.

Linda stirred the cookie batter so hard that her fingertips began to ache. Why, God, why? Why did William have to lose his leg? Why can't he accept the fact that I still love him and want to be his wife?