“When had my sister's words become so barbed and poisoned? Grief had sharpened her tongue to a fine point.” — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
“When had my sister's words become so barbed and poisoned? Grief had sharpened her tongue to a fine point.” — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
“These young ones. They do not understand. There are so few of us left who remember how destructive rebellion is. The slaughter after the… — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
“You can tuck your head under your wing for a while...and wait out this storm. But you will fly again.” — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
“Somehow it seemed as though the journey through the sea had washed my heart of bitterness toward her and filled the empty places with… — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
“Someone once told me that Yahweh would make himself known to me, if I searched. And he did. Perhaps he will make himself known… — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
“Pharaoh is not the highest god, and Moses will prove it to him.” — connilyn cossette Copy Share Image
“There will be times when there is nothing you can do but survive, to place one foot after the other into the driving rain.” — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
“There is no army, no fortress, no giant that can stand against our God. No one. I have seen his might with my own… — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share Image
