This book hooked me from the beginning and pulled me in. Waves are so beautiful and I love being at the beach and on the shore! Even though I’m not a huge fan of boats or sailing, this book grabbed my attention and pulled on my heart strings! This book was extraordinary and beautiful! Oh my goodness! Jeremiah Fletcher is a character! 😂 I fell in love with him almost instantly! Annie was great too! Jeremiah and Annie combined were wonderful and just perfect for each other! Robert and Eva dancing on the snow dusted sidewalk. *happy sigh* It was just perfect! I loved the story about the rocks and the meaning behind it! It was fascinating! I was so excited for Robert and Eva! I also really enjoyed Liesl and Luka’s part in the story! I loved the scene with Spencer pushing Bob in the wheelchair! Ahh, the ending was absolutely perfect! I loved it! Amanda Dykes is very good at describing! I felt like I was there the whole, watching, feeling, hurting, living and loving. Beautiful, Beautiful story! Another stunningly breathtaking story by Amanda Dykes! 5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Quotes I liked: (And there’s a lot once again! 😂)
🌊 There's a piano on the wall by the door, and sandwiched between bookshelves, her window seat. It had been her ship, taking her to a thousand shores those hours she lost herself in books when she was too afraid to step on a real boat. But Bob had coaxed her even from that fear, eventually. Mostly.
🌊 "Hey," she says. "I'm not the one who's late here." “Nope," the man says, arms crossing in front of his gray-and-white baseball T-shirt. "I'd say you were about two hours too early." Indignation rises in her, and she clambers up until she's standing right in front of him, arms folded to match his. "You heard me?"
He shrugs. “You could've said something." “Didn't think you'd hear me above all that hollering you were doing with that shawl thing around you." His mouth pulls up on one side into a dimpled half smile.
🌊 "Just... try not to break my boat?" He nods at her fists, which grip the railing for dear life, despite the smile she's plastered on.
🌊 If she asked the right questions, the other person would talk, and talk, and talk. And she could listen. She fell in love with listening, marveled at the magic of the things she found out, just by asking a few questions. Treasures buried in every conversation.
🌊 And there on the banks of the Charles-with the soldiers and girls all jitterbugging in a dance hall across the city— the fisherman slowly, perhaps not so smoothly, but deliberately, pulls the woman close in his sea-hewn arms. When she, in her grease-streaked dress, places a hand on his un-uniformed shoulder, it feels for all the world as if she's given him some medal of honor. And they dance. Snow-dusted sidewalk for a dance floor, stolen strains of music coming in snatches on the December wind.
🌊 She turns her back on Robert and starts to lift his jacket from her shoulders. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he leans forward ever so slightly. “Keep it," he says. He has no need of it, not when she's given him something that brought far more warmth tonight. “I will," she says. "For a time. I'll find you, Robert Bliss."
🌊 Yet the song she offered up was all the more beautiful in its wavering and brokenness. Courageous, an offering. The laying out of her broken heart before her God. “On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking
sand...” Words reaching through her dark, gripping truths she could not see. On the cliff top he continues until his arms are full of rocks. This gathering up makes no sense, and yet it makes all the sense in the world. It's an urging-on so strong and sure, he cannot dream of resisting. And so he continues, stone by stone, memory by memory. Each one a weaving of light, of rock, of sacrifice and strength, until he can carry no more.
🌊 “It is as my husband used to say, just what our Yeshua did for us, giving life through His death. And we wish to honor His life with ours."
🌊 He would never forget the impression of that voice on his heart. It was the voice of the man who, king of the universe, stooped to wash His own disciples' earth-crusted feet. Who rubbed spit into dirt and used the mud to make a blind man see. Whose royal day of birth was enrobed in dust, right there with the animals in a barn. That man was accustomed to doing great things in humble places, and it usually involved dirt. Or rocks, as it were. The same God who told a solitary man to build a boat to prepare for a flood when no one had so much as seen a drop of water fall from the sky in all their lives.
🌊 "Stand here" —he puts his hands on her shoulders, places her at the bow-"and you'll be the first person in our entire country to be touched by that light when it comes up."
🌊 Don't miss the sunrise too much. I mean, I know you love your sleep, but just once in a while, would you meet the new day for me? Meet it. Be the first one to see it, if you're feeling really crazy. And remember that it's not over yet. This beautiful, messy, hard, glorious life is not over for you, and I'm so thankful. The world needs you, Fletch. I'll be waiting for you, sitting in the light of a different Son. And He'll meet you at sunrise, even when I can't.
🌊 "This is why you come out here every day."
He nods. "To keep a promise." Of course. The sunrise. Her heart soars and shatters at the same time— for him to move clear to the far corner of the country, just to be closer to the sunrise. To be the man who first greets it each day, all for a love like this...
🌊 P.S. —Fletch. I mean it about the laughter. When you find someone who can laugh right into you and who sees every layer of you and loves you, you'd better promise to not let her go. It's going to happen. It's easier than you think to fall in love with Jeremiah Fletcher.
I should know. So don't let her go, okay? Promise me that, too. Go get her.
🌊 Spencer looks at the steep incline and back at the wheelchair. Without missing a beat, he plants his Oxfords in the slick mud and begins to push.
🌊 Here, in the middle of the dark abyss with no land in sight, the Rock of Ages offers himself to her.
🌊 These are the waves that have brought her home. To these people, this place... and to life.
🌊 The strength of the storm does not change whose waves these are. There is One mightier still.