“I can't get those kids out of my head. I see their little faces, and I know I have to help them." I raised up and looked him straight in the eye. "I have to do this. It's more than… — Anne Mateer Copy Share
“I can't get those kids out of my head. I see their little faces, and I know I have to help them." I raised up and looked him straight in the eye. "I have to do this. It's more than just wanting to be part of God's work in this world. It's an aching hole in my heart. I don't… — Anne Mateer Copy Share
“Who’s this?” Mama’s voice, barely more than a whisper. Frank’s features turned hard, as if carved from stone. “Frank Gresham.” He glanced at me, then back to Mama. “I assume you are Mrs. Hendricks?” Mama turned fiery eyes in my direction. “I see you know who I am, but I haven’t been given the same consideration.” I backed away, not… — Anne Mateer Copy Share
“I've often had to stand on the firm ground of my convictions when others thought I ought to be doing differently.” — Anne Mateer Copy Share Image
“I wanted to grab him by the collar and strangle him. Or kiss him. I wasn't sure which.” — Anne Mateer Copy Share Image
“I dropped to my knees beside him. His eyes fluttered open, head looked to one side. “Go.” At least that was what it looked… — Anne Mateer Copy Share Image
“Keep on. God gives us dreams of what our lives will be, but He doesn’t guarantee them. Just asks us to trust Him with… — Anne Mateer Copy Share Image
