Jaguar (Painter Place Saga, #3)

“I’m not sorry you’ve come to this point,” she whispered near his ear, pulling back the lock of sun-kissed brown hair that he grew long to hide his scar. Her eyes swam in tears of awe at who he was and at the price God’s plan had cost him. “You know how people in scripture were entrusted with incredible, impossible, terrible tasks? This is greatness. This is what it means to be larger than life. Almost no one else can be trusted with so much.”

He tried to suppress a sob, trapping it between her hair and his lips against it. She ran her palm back and forth over his shoulder to soothe him. “Don’t you see what an honor it is to live your calling? It’s lonely because it’s lofty, high, far and away above what almost anyone can be. Remember that quote of Jim Elliot’s you once taught me, something about how our own personal dreams are tawdry, not worthy of the aura of wonder we often surround them with, when compared with surrendering to God?”

Stroking his head with one hand and keeping the other around him, she whispered. “It’s a gift just to know you, Jaguar.