Involuntarily, her eyes darted to the photo on the wall. How quickly two years passed! Didn’t it seem like yesterday he was a baby? And now her eight-year-old reasoned with all the wisdom of a sage.
“Well, my dear, I awoke at four this morning and had such a precious three hours communing with the Lord.”
Courtney stared at her friend’s perfect manicure and nodded. She inwardly cringed…
Sitting in children’s church, I’d cringe listening to Mr. Leroy and Mrs. Delane as they told us about Adam and Eve’s sin.
What if I fail?
What if my labor doesn’t get appreciated by the world?
What if my contribution won’t bless the world as I pray it will?
“Mama, stop,” my son said. “You need to rest.”
I shrugged him off. “I’m not tired!”
“No, Mama, let us! We can do it!”
I ignored him. The sun and the dirt felt so good. Well, the dirt drying on my hands was kinda fingernails-on-chalkboard. But so worth it.
I don’t know when I’ve met such a sympathetic character. I feel bad even calling him a character – he seems real. He wants a great story. He’ll break stories from Twitter, if necessary. As a wannabe writer, I totally get him.
It’s unnerving, realizing that KGB operatives openly communicated in plain sight on American streets, oftentimes transmitting information about American citizens and their families. It’s heartening to think how God directed so many steps to lead this spy to peace and rest.
I see you sitting slumped on the floor of your room. You feel like such a lonely dork, sitting out the prom. You kind of are, but that’s okay. Your friend who asked you said people predicted the rest of your life you’ll regret not going.
One year ago today, my brother told us they’d left for the hospital. Baby Lilly was on the way.
We never expected the emotional roller coaster that followed.
In the sequel, The Divide, she digs deeper, striking nerve after raw nerve, both entwining readers to the unforgettable characters while holding up a mirror to show us what we’d be without the mysterious “consisting element” that keeps all our lives from spinning into oblivion.