Amy Reed Quotes

How Can She Stand Up There So Tall As She's Telling Us How Her Mother Beat Her And Her Father Molested Her When She Was A Little Girl? How Is It Possible For Her To Look So Proud? How Is She Not Being Consumed By Shame? She Should Be Disintegrating Before Our Eyes. She Should Be Struck By Lightning, And God's Big, Angry, Booming Voice Should Be Shaking The Room With "How Dare You? I Told You Never To Tell." But That's Not Her God, She Says. Her God Is Loving And Kind And Wants What's Best For Her. Her God Loves Peace And Serenity And Forgiveness. Her God Doesn't Make Her Keep Secrets. I Thought I Knew God All My Life, But Maybe It Was Some Other Guy The Whole Time. I Want This God. I Want Val's God. I Want A God Who Doesn't Make Me Jump Through Hoops And Hate Myself To Earn His Love.

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