“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… — Anne Mateer Copy Share Image
“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… — Anne Mateer Copy Share Image
“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,… — Anne Mateer Copy Share Image
“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
