“What is it you want, Finley Sinclair?" Some peace. Some healing. To hear God's voice again. I wanted to find my brother's Ireland. To put it into song. And I wanted my heart back. "I'll know it when I find… — 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… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
“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 Image
