Becky Wade Quotes & Sayings

This was thing about temptations. God didn't take them away. They were there - powerful and still needing to be dealt with. If you gave them an inch of leeway, they had the dark strength to take you under. — Becky Wade

She'd flown bareback across wide-open Texas land. She'd once shot a charging boar and never flinched. She'd put her life at risk for her country without a complaint. She was not a weakling. — Becky Wade

I can't do many things," he said fiercely, "but I can love you, Meg. I can love you every hour of every day for the rest of my life. I swear to you I can. I want to earn the right to try." The pad of his thumb rubbed her cheek. "I love you so much I can hardly see straight. I can't concentrate. I can't sleep. I can't make myself care about anything on earth except for you. I'm useless." "No you're not." "I'm a mess." "No." "I am." He insisted. "About you, I am. — Becky Wade

He never promised us that we wouldn't suffer. But He's too just not to redeem it. And He does promise us that He won't leave us. That He'll be with us through the worst. That He loves us. — Becky Wade

He'd sacrifice much for her. He'd do anything she asked of him. He'd pay any price, except one.
The price of giving her up. — Becky Wade

He could look into your eyes and without saying a word assure you that you were the most fascinating woman in the world and call you beautiful in six languages. — Becky Wade

Saint Bo, a man christened with the miraculous ability to gentle horses, nervous women, and one year olds. — Becky Wade

There could be no more welcome sight in the life of a single woman than that of a hunk with a dish towel over his shoulder bringing you a cupcake. — Becky Wade

You have to go where I lead you, right?
Unless I taser you. Then you'll have to go where I drag you. — Becky Wade

How was she going to do it? She didn't know. She had a hundred questions and just one answer. But the one answer she had trumped all the questions.
That answer? God. — Becky Wade

Shh. Please don't cry. I'm so sorry. Here.
She opened her eyes to see him pull a tissue from his jeans. He handed it to her and she used it to press away her tears.
He carried tissues around in his pockets for her, even on nights when he had no expectation of seeing her. — Becky Wade

I called them," Dru said, "after the first ten minutes of knocking on your door. I figured I might need them to smooth things over if I had to shoot my way inside. — Becky Wade

He was defeated. Competitive him, who'd spent most of his life perfecting the art of winning. He'd been trounced by a woman. Killed with one look from those hazel eyes. — Becky Wade

Where there's God, there's hope," she said. "And where there's hope, there can be healing. — Becky Wade

Faith is moving ahead in obedience, dear. Just moving ahead one step at a time, trusting Him, until He shows you what's next. He'll make it clear to you eventually. Sure as anything. — Becky Wade

Several of my family members drain me. I wish it wasn't so, but it is."
"Anything I can do?"
"No. Thank you, though."
"Would fast food make it better?"
"Goodness, no." But she shot him a tiny smile.
"You sure? There goes Whataburger."
The smile grew.
"I could take you horseback riding."
"Possibly one of the only things more stressful than dealing with my family."
"I could telly you a corny joke."
"Hmm."
"I could prank call your family. — Becky Wade

His glittering gaze took in her outfit, then returned to meet her eyes. "You trying to give me a stroke, countess? Because you've just about done it. — Becky Wade

I was raised in church, Gray. If you'd asked me during my wildest phases if I was a Christian, I'd have told you I was. But there was a disconnect there.
You're judging me.
No, I'm calling it like it is, unlike most of the people you know, who would all agree with you if you said the sky is red. — Becky Wade

I'm glad I ran into you. It was true. Seeing him shirtless and sweaty was like a shot in the arm. She now felt like she had the hormone power to walk for miles. — Becky Wade

Loving someone wasn't about their perfection. It was about coming to accept every part of them, their good qualities at their weaknesses and flaws
looking on everything they were and loving it all.
As she looked on everything Jake was, right down to his center, she loved him. — Becky Wade

She didn't realize she was fiddling with the back of her earring until he took hold of her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm. Without a word, he pulled her into his lap, surrounded her with the two flaps of his corduroy jacket, and hugged her against him. — Becky Wade

For the second time today, someone had made him his favorite. But only one woman had gotten it right. Chicken-fried steak had been his favorite years ago. His tastes had changed. — Becky Wade

She'd faced some hard knocks in life - one really hard one five years ago - and had managed to cultivate a protective shell for herself. But like a Godiva truffle, she was only hard in a thin outer layer. Her insides were still as tender as ever. — Becky Wade

Even though you haven't seen him since he was knee high," Kate prompted.
"Even so, I'll tell you two things I know about Matt Jareau." Gran gained the second-story landing and regarded Kate with twinkling eyes. "He's single. And he's a hunk."
Kate laughed. "You think he's a hunk based on what you remember of him from twenty years ago?"
"Twenty-five. And also the phone conversations we've had about the work he'll be doing for us. I could tell by his voice."
"I don't know, Gran. Casey Kasem has a good voice."
"No, I'm sure of it. We're the luckiest two women in this town, because I'm telling you, and mark my words, our contractor is a hunk. — Becky Wade

He wanted desperately to stay, just a little while longer. But he couldn't be here, in this place, with her. It was calm here. She was innocent and beautiful and perfect.
He was not. He didn't want his mess or his mental illness or his past anywhere near her. He wanted to protect her from a lot of things, but most of all from himself. — Becky Wade

Velma eyed Kate assessingly. She swiped at her hairline with fingers decorated with several diamond-studded gold rings and long nails shellacked with opalescent pearl polish. "Kate," she said in a ominous tone, "how old are you now?"
Ah, Kate thought. Here it comes. Though Velma and Peg had spent their entire lives in Redbud, Kate knew them well from their annual trips to Dallas to see Gran, "I'm thirty-one."
"Why in the world haven't you married anyone yet?"
"Well..." I'm holding out for Prince Harry. I have cooties, so that makes it hard. Shark attack killed the last prospect. — Becky Wade

You have to go where I lead you, Don you? Unless I teaser you. Then you have to go where I drag you. — Becky Wade

Where did you and your brother get your weapons from?" Meg asked Bo. "Our cars." "You drive around with handguns and shotguns in your cars?" Bo slanted a look down at her, humor in his eyes. "We're hicks from a small town in Texas. 'Course we do." She shook her head. "Wait till you see the arsenal I'll be driving around with from now on. — Becky Wade

Women who've made peace with living alone," she started, counting off on one finger, "and women with healthy self-confidence ... " She counted off a second finger, then cocked her head at Kate. "Are you getting this?"
Kate nodded. "Women who've made peace with living alone and women who have a healthy self-confidence ... "
"Can always, BUT ALWAYS, afford to be picky. — Becky Wade

He frowned back. He wasn't a charity case. Nor was he a man whose mind was easily changed. Redheaded librarians who used big words didn't scare him. — Becky Wade

The force of his presence careened into Nora like a hundred-mile-an-hour wind. In response, she could do nothing but hold her ground and blink. — Becky Wade

He loved her with a pursuing love that she could scarcely comprehend. Her mistakes had been paid for. Miracle of miracles, they'd been paid for. And now she needed only to have faith in Him and accept the waterfall of His grace. — Becky Wade

Funny thing about prayers. God hears them. But you just never know if, when, or how He's going to answer them. — Becky Wade

Reason number five hundred why it was advisable to have oneself for a boss: Even when you hadn't earned it, you could still treat yourself to a coffee break. — Becky Wade

She'd been hired to protect him. But he'd come to a place where he'd do anything, give anything, risk anything to protect her. — Becky Wade

Addie was the greatest joy of Celia's life. Not a burden. Not a tragedy. A gift. A gift that God had perhaps insisted on giving her even when, in fear, she'd asked for the opposite. — Becky Wade

He was too handsome, too strong-willed, too wealthy, too daring, and otherwise not ideal. — Becky Wade

What about Matt?" Theresa asked.
"Matt?"
Theresa shrugged. "He's hotness. If you weren't attracted to him you wouldn't have a pulse. — Becky Wade

You in the mood for a movie tonight?" Kate asked him a couple days later. Matt was working, and she was sitting on her customary bucket taking a break, drinking bottled water, and surreptitiously admiring him from every angle.
"I could pick something up on my way over tonight."
"Sure."
"How about Pride and Prejudice?"
"What's that?" he asked warily. It's not one of those movies where they all wear old-fashioned clothes and walk around talking in British accents, is it?"
"That's exactly what it is."
Matt groaned.
"It's romantic! Maybe one of the most romantic stories ever. — Becky Wade

It really wasn't fair that Matt should be so gorgeous. I mean, really. It was just wrong. Nice-looking was one thing. But over the top beautiful? — Becky Wade

He'd sacrifice even his sanity for her. If it came down to it, he'd let her break his heart.
Because he loved her. — Becky Wade