“To truly try means to accept God's love, his healing, to accept the world can be ugly, but your heart doesn't have to be. It takes courage, Finley the warrior. You haven't held on to your anger and bitterness in… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond… why can’t it seem to find me?” — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“So the line's clogged up. Sometimes when we get bad mobile reception, we don't know if it's or line or the other person's. Hard… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“If I'm going to be your bloomin' tour guide, I'm gong to do it right." He held out his hand."Do you think I'd take… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“I'm about to as you a favor." And I'm about to tell you no." "It's not a make-out scene. Though I'd be willing to rehearse that." "Still, no." "Dig deep into that cold, callous heart of yours, Frankie." "It's Finley" "Dig deep and find some kindness." He held out his script. "I've a need for someone to read the part… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share
“Make me proud my little first-grader" he said, fist pumping robbie "and, remember rule number one above all" "Right" he replies "don't talk politics” — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“With the way all the girls are looking at you, I might never get my chance.' I glanced behind us. 'Heck, even that big… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“The least you could do is offer a little conversation.” Beckett dodged a pothole, keeping his eyes on the road. “You want me to… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“We know fun. Like two weekends ago we stayed up all night watching a documentary marathon on the brain.” She rolled her eyes toward… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“Do you have something to surrender today? Do you need God to meet you in the fire like he did those three men? Because… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“He says that it’s okay to be fearful. That some of God’s strongest warriors were frightened. The difference between a believer and the rest… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“- We don't even like each other. - I pretty much can't stand you. And then his lips crushed to mine.” — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share
