Dude--she's your wife." He pointed to the locker where the Bible lay concealed. "God first, family second, country third.
Loving a warrior is hard. Dying in the line of duty is an honor to them. They would rather take that road than to dishonor their sacred oath
Psalm 57:1--Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me, for in you I take refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.
Men did stupid things when they got romantic ideas in their heads.
It's not rash," she said, a fiery tone to her words. "I've waited two years for him to realize how I felt. He's just a little slow on the uptake.
She held up the pen and gave him a lazy grin. "It's a rose." He came close. "It's a pen." He tried to pluck it from her hand. "You are seriously lacking in imagination.
. . .but he'd seen elite warriors go down in flames enough times to struggle with the sovereignty of God yet yield to it
