“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 Golden Calf was worshiped. The thousands who died. The firestorm that burned the outer rim of camp when the foreigners among us incited a riot. They take for granted the miraculous water that feeds this multitude.… — Connilyn Cossette Copy Share
“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
