Somebody Someday: A Journey of Homelessness, Faith, and Friendship by Joye Holmes

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Deaf and homeless his entire adult life, Butch discovers a wallet in a dumpster. What he does next will lead to an encounter with a visitor from Texas. This is a true story of survival by eating out of dumpsters and trying to keep warm with restroom hand dryers. More, it is a story of an unlikely friendship. Share through Butch’s own words his sustaining hope to be a somebody. You will cry. You will laugh. You will learn.

Book Excerpt

AN UNKNOWN HOMELESS MAN ONCE DID ME A FAVOR. Out of that almost-missed moment, a lifetime friendship developed. Before the encounter, I had limited knowledge of the homeless lifestyle and I certainly knew no one who lived it. My days were spent with my suburban family, insulated by space and culture far away from any inner-city struggles. People who lived in those dark, unknown canyons only entered my world through occasional street corner appearances or as stereotypes in some TV police drama. That naivety changed over the years as I got to know this man better. I saw how he battled daily with problems I rarely even thought about. I learned what saddened him and what brought him joy. I became amazed at his faith, even when he had nothing much more than what he collected that day. I also felt the hurt, when he shrank silently from people by day and when he huddled by himself every night. Let me share with you through his letters the improbable connection between a middle-class woman in Texas and a homeless man in Georgia. More than that, I want you to see how God worked through this man and how my life was touched by him. He once was merely a label but has since become my friend.

About the Author

JOYE HOLMES grew up one of seven children in an Oklahoma farming community. After serving as a missionary in Brazil, she enjoyed a long career as an accountant. Her debut book Somebody Someday: A Journey of Homelessness, Faith, & Friendship is a true story that grew out of a twenty-five-year correspondence. Joye lives in Mansfield, Texas with her husband, Gary, where she spends time enjoying five grandsons, her time at church, needlework, and the Texas Rangers.

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Quest for Exceptional Love by Darla Colinet

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“The butterfly does not look back at the caterpillar in shame, just as you should not look back at your past in shame. Your past was (is) part of your own transformation.” Anthony Gucciardi

This book is a true work of heart. Darla takes her complicated and often painful experiences and shares honestly and unashamedly to help Christians struggling with their own cocoons. Her ability to gently present the lessons she’s learned and the truth of God’s true and perfect love in her brokenness offers hope and healing.

Darla’s story reveals there is no one size fits all, seven easy steps to do this, and not that self-help book. She illuminates Christ’s truth to see his love design as we walk our unique life’s journey of transformation with him. Reflecting God’s love as the foundation of her life, Darla asks the tough questions:

• What is a love design?

• What is our love design?

• What is the perfect love design?

• What difference would it make in your life and relationships if you could live in perfect love?

• How do you move from your imperfect love design to Christ’s perfect one?

Come walk and work through this life-changing experience of becoming and embracing God’s design for your life. Laugh and cry as Darla shares her personal trials and triumphs in her quest for true love, for herself, and her purpose. In your journey, you may discover Christ’s exceptional love for you!

 

Book Excerpt

(page 31) One of the greatest benefits of taking a journey is the opportunity to discover new things which can change everything. To begin any journey, you need to know where you are right now, and an idea of where you want to end up. All journeys begin right where you are.

(page 84) Discovering Christ’s Exceptional Love Design

My quest to find true love after my first abusive marriage led me into two more abusive marriages that also ended in divorce. However, six years into my third abusive marriage, I began diligently studying God’s word to figure out how I kept being deceived about love. His scriptures and truth began to speak to my heart. He showed me how my broken love design was formed, and the lessons I had learned about love, relationships, and abuse throughout my life. He revealed how my faith and walk with Jesus had given me strength and hope. As I worked with Jesus, he healed and transformed my broken love into his love design. All the shattered shards of my heart and life have become God’s masterpiece. My journey to find true love and to stop feeling lovestarved has equipped me to help other people who feel unloved, unlovable, and those who are still looking for his true love. It has given me a path to share Christ’s exceptional love design.

If you have struggled to find true love or to feel loved, you are not alone, and there is nothing wrong with you. The truth is, you have been missing Christ’s love design. And you can only do what you know. Don’t be deceived into the self-shame of the enemy by beating yourself up in your mind or with your words. Don’t fall into the trap of asking yourself why you can’t find true love, why you don’t feel loved, or why someone doesn’t love you.

(Page 94) God will reveal and confirm his truth as Jesus begins to transform your heart, mind, and broken love design. As you walk hand in hand with Jesus and know his heart, you will learn how to dwell in his unconditional love and share it with others. You will see your broken love being transformed into his healthy love. You will choose words and actions that would mirror Christ’s instead of reacting. You no longer have to look for true love in your life because you are living in it in your relationship with Jesus every day. Since the day you accepted Jesus Christ into your heart, you have had his unconditional love living in you. Now it’s time to be courageous and let it thrive and multiply in you and flow out to others.

 

About the Author

Darla Colinet is the founder and CEO of God’s Transforming Grace. She is an inspirational speaker, author, and consultant who dispels the confusion and lies about love and domestic abuse through God’s truth and Christ’s exceptional love design. Darla brings hope, insightful revelations, and practical strategies through her authentic personal stories from thirty years of domestic abuse in three marriages. When she’s not serving God from her home in Colorado, she and her husband, Alan, are off on their travel adventures. Darla is a certified life coach and Christian coach, a member of the women’s ministry core team at Timberline Church in Colorado. She is a consultant for churches and their staff to understand how to live in Christ’s exceptional love design and to recognize and support victims of domestic abuse.

 

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A Beginners Guide to Wealth Building by R. LaMont. W

 

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Genre: Non-Fiction

 

Book Title: A Beginners Guide to Wealth Building

            

Genre: Financial Literacy

 

 

                                                        Meet R. LaMont W. 

 

Retired: Partner at the Institute for Fiduciary Education (www.ifecorp.com). Event planner: International investment education seminars for large institutional pension and endowment funds. 

 

Retired: State of California for 28 years (16 years at the California State Teachers’ Retirement System, Investment Officer II). 

 

13 years — Trustee for the Sacramento County Employees Retirement System (SCERS) Retirement Board…6 years — President, African and African American Alumni Association (5A)…3 years — Trustee, Cal Aggie Alumni Association, University of California, Davis…3 years — Trustee for the Cosumnes River College Foundation…3 years — Mortgage Broker, Summit Funding, Currently — Board Member and Financial Education Consultant, Greater Sacramento Financial Literacy Group.

 

Adjunct Professor, “Essentials of Personal Finance” — University of Phoenix, Sacramento Valley Campus, Teacher of the Year).

 

Passion: To share his knowledge of financially literacy through the Art of Storytelling. 

 

About The Book 

 

“A Beginners Guide to Wealth Building ” is a book on the Fundamentals of Money Management. 

It is written in simple English to demystify the cryptic world of investments including, the importance of income tax deductions, the importance of budgeting, how to construct a stock, bond and mutual fund investment portfolio. You will learn to do a Spending Personality Assessment Review, a technique used successfully for more than 20 years to teach you how to better manage your money. 

This book is transformational. It will empower you to be your own champion and master of your financial universe. You will find this book informative, at times funny and very rewarding. 

 

 

Excerpt

 

Investing Today for a Secure Tomorrow

Defined Contribution Plans (DC Plan(s)) – IT’S A GOOD MOVE!

 

Here are a few of the worst financial mistakes being made today:

25% of people have no savings (1 out of 4 save $0 for retirement).

More people are spending time thinking about vacations than about their retirement.

According to USA TODAY article, having $1 million in retirement savings might not be enough.

 

 

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Tempest Tossed by Tracy Krauss

 

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“You’re heading down a dark path. I’ve seen it happen before. Reporters getting obsessed about things they can’t change.”

When journalist Tempest Ross encounters suspicious circumstances surrounding her parents’ death, she just can’t let it go, but pursuing the truth turns out to be deadlier than she realized. Her boyfriend, FBI agent Ryan O’Toole, has survived many dangerous missions, but this time the stakes are even higher as he tries to crack a diamond smuggling operation amidst insider corruption. Now both their lives – and their relationship – are at risk. Anne-Marie Fletcher may be a capable nurse, but personal insecurities make her flee to the NWT, where she inadvertently gets mixed up in the diamond heist.

Once again, follow the lives of three separate, but connected people as they navigate danger, corruption, and international intrigue. Tempest Tossed, Book 3 in the Three Strand Cord Series, reacquaints readers with characters from Books 1 and 2, bringing their story arcs to a close while reaffirming that unconditional love – including that of the heavenly Father – is worth more than diamonds.

 

Book Excerpt

Ryan leaned back in his desk chair, a foot straddling one knee as he drummed impatient fingers on the armrest. Tempest actually thought he might be a dirty cop! It stung.

Yes, they had been experiencing some issues lately, and he was man enough to admit that most of it was his fault. But he did have a job to do and for that he couldn’t apologize. Trained as a cop, now a Special Agent with the FBI, he’d reached the pinnacle of his career. He couldn’t just give it all away. For a woman.

But Tempest wasn’t just any woman. She was at one and the same time perceptive and naive; brave yet afraid to take a risk. Despite the fact that she was a journalist working for a hard-nosed guy like Frank Dunlop, she wasn’t cut out of that same cloth. She needed to be sheltered, and he had elected himself to do it.

His fingers stilled. Who was he kidding? It was so much more than that. He loved her. That was the real bottom line. So much so that he wanted to put a ring on it.

Which was why breaking up with her was the best option. It was the only way to create some distance so that she would be out of danger. What he was involved in right now – what she had tipped him off to by telling him about those photographs – could get dangerous. Deadly, even. And he wouldn’t allow her to be put in harm’s way. No matter his own feelings.

 

About the Author

Tracy Krauss is a multi-published novelist, playwright, and artist with several award winning and best-selling novels, stage plays, devotionals and children’s books in print. Her work strikes a chord with those looking for thought provoking faith based fiction laced with romance, suspense and humor. She holds a B.Ed from the U of S and has lived in many remote and interesting places in Canada’s far north. She and her husband currently reside in beautiful BC where she continues to pursue all of her creative interests. http://tracykrauss.com “Fiction on the edge – without crossing the line”

 

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Dressing for the Battle, Armed to Win by Jenean Gimler

 

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Jenean Gimler brings into the 21st century, the dust ridden artifact of the priestly breastplate into the 21st century by explaining how and why this artifact is relevant for the church today. She unveils the hidden code of the breastplate to reveal the breastplate of righteousness. By connecting the dots between the priestly breastplate, the tribes of Israel, the Hebrew calendar and the constellations, she unravels the secrecy of the breastplates, by revealing who originally owned it and the meaning behind it all. This book reveals little known history, a battle plan to overcome our arch enemy, a prophetic outlook and a call to arms for the modern day church. Giving practical advice on how to spiritually wear the breastplate so that you are always dressed and ready for battle at a moment’s notice, this book is written to enable the church to fight the giants that are in our land today, becoming more than conquerors.

With in-depth research and insight, Dressing for the Battle, Armed to Win will reveal that the role of every believer is to be a spiritual warrior who is destined to win, transforming their individual lives by using the breastplate every minute of every day. Using her own personal battles of character attacks on her family, death threats, depression, fear and even thoughts about taking her own life, Jenean outlines how through the darkest hours, God revealed His provision for her. The breastplate.

 

Book Excerpt

In this book I’m going to explain each gemstone’s history, the correlating tribe, month of the Jewish calendar, and the constellation that shows up in the night sky over each particular month. Yes, the constellations. God wrote His plan of salvation in the stars. We can know this by the story of the Magi, following the star to Bethlehem. They understood the constellations because generations before, a prophet by the name of Daniel was put over the wise men of Babylon. (Daniel 2:48) Daniel remained over the wise men until his death. He would have explained God’s plan to them. They knew the Savior of the world was to be born, and when he was to show up, so they were watching the heavens for a special star. (Matthew 2:2)

There is a definitive correlation between the gemstones found in Exodus, Ezekiel and the wall of New Jerusalem in Revelation, as well as the Jewish calendar, the tribes of Israel and the constellations. It would be a reasonable assumption that the three breastplates; Lucifer’s breastplate in Ezekiel, the Priestly Breastplate in Exodus and the Breastplate of Righteousness in Ephesians, are probably one and the same. These correlations that are hidden in the Word of God are to benefit the Church today. In order to explain their importance for the church, I will connect the dots so you can utilize this knowledge in spiritual warfare and everyday life. You can look at the breastplate in several ways. One way is to view it as a love letter of sorts where God reveals His heart to us. Another way to look at the breastplate is as a portrait of who we are to God, how He views us and this becomes our righteousness that we can put on in order to “extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.” Ephesians 6:16. With this latter view; the breastplate becomes our defense and perhaps even our battle cry. So, let’s get to it.

About the Author

Born and raised in the Cajun culture of Lafayette, LA, Jenean currently resides in the Houston area with her husband and near her adult children.

Since her teen years, Jenean has always been drawn toward biblical study, especially that of prophecy. Her life has been centered around local, state and foreign missions and ministry programs. She has worked with homelessness, crises pregnancy, youth, and young adults. Her repertoire of leadership spans from leading in youth and adult music programs, praise and worship teams, directing and planning musical and drama programs, youth ministry, women’s bible study groups, and mission planning. But her passion has always been relationship leadership and discipleship.

 

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The Life God Gives You by Shaquia M. Jimson

 

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Genre: Non-Fiction

 

Paperback: ISBN-13: 979-8642355381

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Shaquia is a  Certified Life Coach and the owner of Overcoming Bondage, a consulting business, where clients come and received emotional, spiritual, and physical therapy. Shaquia also is a pillar in her community where she donates to local shelter and assist at food banks for the homeless.

She resides in Kings Mountain, North Carolina with her family.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Do you know your family history and the struggles they endured? Have you ever taken a moment to realize the sacrifices your parents made to give you a better life?

 

Take a Journey with Shaquia Jimson as she reminisces the journey of Grace Ann Jimson. Shaquia shares her family lifeline as they struggle through financial hardships, social acceptance, mental and physical abuse. This riveting book shows how Shaquia’s family made it through some of the most difficult

circumstances so that she could live a better life.

 

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The Collar and the Cavvarach by Annie Douglass Lima

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Bensin, a teenage slave and martial artist, is desperate to see his little sister freed. But only victory in the Krillonian Empire’s most prestigious tournament will allow him to secretly arrange for Ellie’s escape. Dangerous people are closing in on her, however, and Bensin is running out of time. With his one hope fading quickly away, how can Bensin save Ellie from a life of slavery and abuse?

 

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Annie Douglass Lima considers herself fortunate to have traveled in twenty different countries and lived in four of them. A fifth-grade teacher in her “other” life, she loves reading to her students and sparking their imaginations. Her books include science fiction, fantasy, YA action and adventure novels, a puppet script, anthologies of her students’ poetry, Bible verse coloring and activity books, and a fantasy-themed cookbook. When she isn’t teaching or writing, Annie can often be found sipping spiced chai or pomegranate green tea in exotic locations, some of which exist in this world.

 

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Hope Breaks Through by Jim Baton

 

About the Book

The tension in the town of Hope builds to a climax in this thrilling conclusion to the Hope Trilogy. A major setback for those pursuing a citywide transformation drives them back to the House of Prayer and opens them to new partnerships with others. Change begins to infiltrate the spheres of business, education, media and the arts, resulting in all-out war with a corrupt government. Teenagers Kelsey and Harmonie are once again at the epicenter of shaking their city as they investigate a murder and fight for social justice, determined to see their town finally come into its destiny.

The Hope Trilogy is written for those who are hungry for God’s revival and transformation of their communities.

 

Book Excerpt

Chapter 1

There are fifty cities and towns around the world named Hope, but surely at this moment, mine looks the most hopeless.

Kelsey Axel rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, wide awake. Around 2:30 a.m. she’d been awakened from her fitful sleep by a crash. She’d leaped out of bed and locked her bedroom door, checked to make sure her windows were locked too, then she’d hidden in her closet. If a burglar wanted to rob the rest of the house, she wasn’t going to stop him.

No other noises followed. Maybe it had just been the wind, or raccoons turning over a trash can. Eventually, she’d climbed back into bed.

Now it was 4:30 a.m., and she still couldn’t get back to sleep.

Staying home alone never used to bother her. But with all the strange things that had happened recently. . . .

She wondered how her father was sleeping in Hope’s one and only jail cell, shared with three other people. No doubt her father and Joe were on the floor so her teacher Ms. Montez and Miguel’s mother Juana Alvarez could sleep on the narrow bed.

She prayed again for them to make it through the night alive. Miguel’s father hadn’t lasted five minutes in the jail before the sheriff shot him, ostensibly for trying to escape. She didn’t trust Sheriff Kurgel one bit.

Trust God, she reminded herself.

For the hundredth time that night, she asked herself how it had come to this. All she and Harmonie were guilty of was researching the town’s past for a stupid high school newspaper article. All her father was guilty of was starting a tiny Saturday night prayer meeting for revival. All Raul Vallejo, the town’s only lawyer, was guilty of was trying to help the Latino workers receive fair wages. And all Jon Beckenridge, the editor of The Gazette, was guilty of was trying to run for mayor against the powerful incumbent, Raynor Tulls.

Then on Thanksgiving evening Mr. Beckenridge was shot in his office, and his assistant, poor old Joe, falsely arrested for the murder. The following night Raul was killed when his house was blown up, sparking riots and looting by angry Latino mobs. Miguel’s mother was arrested for being an undocumented immigrant, Ms. Montez for hiding her, and Kelsey’s father just for wanting to keep a close eye on the prisoners so no more executions happened.

They’d tried to bring a positive change to the town, and they’d failed.

There were no people of influence left to fight for them—the mayor controlled the government and the sheriff. They’d lost the power of the law and the power of the press.
What could a seventeen-year-old do?

Not to mention her friends were no help. Harmonie’s parents had grounded her from spending time with Kelsey. “A bad influence”—she’d heard that before. Bennett blamed her and Miguel’s documenting the Latino community’s unfair wages for inciting a riot. His uncle had barely escaped with his life when the King Soopers grocery store was looted.

Now Miguel was hiding from the sheriff and not answering his cell phone.

Kelsey couldn’t remember ever feeling this alone in her life.

And yet. . . .

Another question she’d asked herself a hundred times was whether what she’d seen last night was real.

In her mind she pictured the angel again—tall, strong, with brilliant white hair and piercing blue eyes, wings folded behind his shoulders, standing right there in her living room. When he spoke, she felt things surging like waves inside of her: strength, approval, faith.
Was it just a dream?

Maybe it didn’t matter if it was real, or if it was a dream. Either way, she could still feel the peace when he’d touched her forehead. She could still feel the courage to battle on in spite of how hopeless things looked.

Mayor Tulls had money and power. He had the sheriff in his pocket. The mayor’s wife was probably a witch. One by one he was eliminating all who opposed him.
But Kelsey had freaking angels fighting with her.

It had been a long time since Kelsey had started the day by reading the Bible, but today . . . today she knew she needed all the help she could get.

She flipped on the light and rolled out of bed onto her knees. From under her bed she pulled out a dusty wooden box that held her most precious possessions.

Underneath the tattered remnants of her baby blanket, she found her mother’s Bible.
Kelsey was only six when her mother died in a hiking accident. For a while she would read a verse every day from her mother’s Bible as a way of remembering her. Over time, she lost that habit, as well as most of her memories of her mother. The Bible became a symbol of what she’d lost. She quit attending the church where her father preached. She always knew God loved her, but He seemed so far away. Like her mother.

Until recently. Now he was almost too close for comfort.

She ran her fingers over the embossed words on the leather cover.

God, I need you here with me now. Show me what to do.

A pink bookmark caught her eye, pink with little red hearts glued to it, laminated, with a pink tassel. She remembered—it was her kindergarten project she’d made for her mother for Valentine’s Day. The bookmark was in Hebrews chapter ten. Her eyes were drawn to the end of the chapter.

“Remember those earlier days after you had received the light, when you endured in a great conflict full of suffering.”

Her mind jumped to the angelic lights she’d seen when Joe’s leg was healed, or when God had rescued Harmonie and her from death. They were certainly in a great conflict right now.

“Sometimes you were publicly exposed to insult and persecution; at other times you stood side by side with those who were so treated. You suffered along with those in prison and joyfully accepted the confiscation of your property, because you knew that you yourselves had better and lasting possessions. So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded.”

This is what her father and her teacher were doing right now in prison. God would reward them. But what about her? She kept reading.

“You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised. For, ‘In just a little while, he who is coming will come and will not delay.’ And, ‘But my righteous one will live by faith. And I take no pleasure in the one who shrinks back.’ But we do not belong to those who shrink back and are destroyed, but to those who have faith and are saved.”

That last verse hit Kelsey like a Mack truck. Hadn’t the angel said these exact words? She closed her eyes to hear the angel’s words again: “You have not shrunk back in the day of trouble. Our Father is pleased.”

Those who shrink back are destroyed. Those with faith would be saved.

With her eyes still closed, Kelsey prayed that God would increase her faith. That no matter what happened, she would not shrink back. That he would come and save her town without delay.

Then God brought another direction from the angel back to her mind, that she was supposed to begin with Feston Smith, the elderly black man in Harmonie’s neighborhood.

Kelsey stood and laid the Bible gently on her night stand. Might be a good idea to keep it close by.

It was still dark outside as she got dressed, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to find Miguel and visit Uncle Fes.

Maybe she couldn’t do anything to get her father and the others out of jail, but at least she could obey the angel’s words and have faith that God would save them all.

 

About the Author

JIM BATON has spent the last 20 years in the world’s largest Muslim nation, building bridges between Muslims and Christians who both desire peace. He’s also been a student of historic revivals and experienced an outpouring of God’s Spirit accompanied by angels and miracles. His speaking and writing call people out of fear and into authentic friendships that can change the world.

 

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Caleb’s Destiny by Carole Brown

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Mr. Michael, Destiny Rose McCulloch, and Hunter have a mysterious history. Why were three fathers, all business partners, murdered under suspicious circumstances while on their quest to find gold?

Hunter is determined to protect his boss and the precocious young lady who he suspects holds a key answer to his questions.

Mr. Michael wants only to be left alone to attend to his property, but what can he do when Destiny refuses to leave and captures the heart of every one of his employees?

Destiny almost forgets her quest when she falls in love with Mr. Michael’s ranch and all the people there. And then Mr. Michael is much too alluring to ignore. The preacher man back east where she took her schooling tried to claim her heart, but the longer she stays the less she can remember him. She only came west to find a little boy she knew years ago. A little boy all grown up by now…unless, of course, he’s dead.

Three children, connected through tragedy and separated by time, are fated to reunite and re-right some powerful wrongs.

 

Book Excerpt

From Chapter 6

With deft moves he buttered the bread. With an expert flip of the pan, the gigantic omelet landed on a plate. He slid a knife through it, deposited half on another plate, added two slices of bacon to each, and thick slices of the bread on top. He lifted the coffeepot aloft.

“More coffee?”

Destiny scooted her cup closer to him. “Please.”

After he settled into a seat across from her, he picked up his fork and looked at her. “Dig in.”

She hated it, but her cheeks were heating up again. “Do you mind…?”

“Mind?” His first bite headed toward his mouth. “If you eat?”

Why hadn’t she just said a silent, quick prayer? “Uh, I’d like to say a prayer. I’ve grown used to doing it at sch—uh, home.” And Richard had always insisted on it.

He dropped his fork. “Of course. Go ahead.”

Closing her eyes, she pressed her hands together. “Heavenly Father, we ask for your beautiful—I mean, bountiful blessings on our snack—breakfast, uh, tonight.” Destiny wanted to sink through the floor. She, who was the epitome of gracefulness at school; she who wanted to impress this confident man, was stumbling like a drunken cowboy.

Whispering a “Father, forgive me” for butchering what should have been a simple prayer, she hastened to finish it. “Thank you for Mr. Michael’s hospitality, and help us to further our friendship.”

Ugh. He’d think she wanted something more than friendship. Destiny cringed and refused to glance at him. “Amen.”

Had that been a snicker? Surely not. She picked up her fork and shoved a tiny bite of egg in her dry mouth. She chewed and swallowed, but the former delicious-looking omelet refused to go down. She reached for her coffee and felt the food slide down with the coffee.

Ah, reprieved.

 

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Besides being a member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys mentoring beginning writers. An author of ten books, she loves to weave suspense and tough topics into her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally. Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?

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Growing Through God’s Word by Janis Cox

 

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“Refreshing! Hopeful! Guiding us in our walk with the Lord!” ~ Jolena Welker Do you want to be rejuvenated? Inspired? Encouraged? Janis Cox teaches you in 20 short devotionals how to hear from God as you read His Word.

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Why Are You Poisoning Yourself?

I was hurt, very hurt.

Someone said an untruth that bothered me tremendously. I felt angry, betrayed and resentful. Everything I said and touched started to turn to stone. My heart became hardened. I wanted to feel the anger – conversations always led back to how hurt I felt. I knew it was wrong. I felt torn in two, worn out. What could I do?

I recall those feelings now. I don’t have them anymore. I was able to forgive and find peace. How? How did I do that? Here are six things you need to know before you can start on the road to forgiveness.

Let go.

Yes, let go. Forgiveness means a decision to let go of resentment or anger. It does not mean a denial of what happened or that the act is justified.

But we need to LET GO.

How can we do that? Did you hear that the definition says that we don’t need to condone what was done? But we need to let go of it. It is something that will happen supernaturally as you follow through these steps. But you need to keep it in the front of your mind as I go through the steps. Remember let go.

Ask yourself, “What are the pitfalls of unforgiveness?”

 

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Janis Cox is a creativity catalyst and spiritual mentor who writes, paints and podcasts about the Word of God. Found of the Facebook Group “Growing through God’s Word”, she would love to help you go deeper into your relationship with God.

 

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Wrong Place, Right Time by E.B. Roshan

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Wrong Place, Right Time is a short romance with suspense elements, set in the fictional country of Sevia. Since it’s only available in ebook format at the moment, there’s technically no back cover information, but here’s the blurb form Amazon:

“All Anna Belko wants is a quiet cup of tea. For a young garment factory worker in the uneasy city of Dor, such moments of peace are few and far between. When she stops by a little cafe called Oxsana’s on her way home from work, she has many things on her mind, but meeting the man who will turn her life upside down is not one of them.

After his cousin is killed, Boris Merkovich wonders if he will ever feel a moment of peace again. As the manager of Oxsana’s, his family’s cafe he doesn’t have time for grieving. But everything changes when he stumbles and almost pours a pot of tea into his customer’s lap. To his surprise, the young woman doesn’t become angry…

Love comes in unexpected ways. Neither Anna nor Boris dreamed this unexpected encounter would change both their lives, but as Dor implodes, Boris and Anna’s relationship, begun over spilled tea and a heartfelt prayer, only grows stronger.
However, it isn’t long before Anna realizes the hatred destroying her city isn’t just “out there.” If Boris cannot forgive his cousin’s killer, it will cost both him and Anna everything they’ve begun to hope for.”

 

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Anna Belko woke to the sound of a distant explosion. She rolled over in bed, pushed aside the quilt, and picked up her phone. It was 6:45 a.m. Time to start the day, she thought, and got up to look out the window.
Rain rattled against the glass and sprayed from the tires of passing cars in the street below. She searched the gray sky above the buildings opposite for traces of smoke. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have a problem getting to work.
Anna went to her chest of drawers. The water stain that spread in a fan shape down her candy-pink wall had grown, so it must have been raining most of the night. She scowled at the stain as she tried to clear the morning fuzziness from her thoughts.
After dressing, she brushed and braided her dark hair. She tied a scarf over it and put on earrings.
As Anna stepped into the hallway, her favorite brother, Radoslav, walked out of the bathroom, his blue uniform bundled in his arms. “Would you have time to fix this after work?” He tossed her the shirt.
She winced when she saw Radoslav’s face. He had a bruise on one cheekbone, but thanks to God, nothing worse.
“What were you up to last night?” She tried to sound casual.
Radoslav shrugged. “Somebody was in a hurry to leave, and I just happened to be blocking the doorway.” His joking tone didn’t match the sadness in his eyes.
“He didn’t get away?”
“No, of course not.”
Anna held up Radoslav’s shirt. All but one of the buttons had been ripped off, and that last one was hanging by a thread.
“Can I use black buttons if we don’t have enough navy blue ones?”
“Sure.”
“You won’t be breaking some Riverside Prison Uniform Code or something?”
“No,” he said. “Thanks. I owe you.”
“Then don’t forget my birthday this year. May 20th.”
Radoslav chuckled.
I made him laugh, she thought with a smile. That’s getting harder to do.
“I’m turning in. Have a good day.” He stretched, rolling his shoulders, and went back into his bedroom.
Anna walked to the kitchen where Dad was sitting at the table, his Bible open. He leaned over it, his nose inches from the well-thumbed pages.
Half a dozen eggs clicked together in a rolling boil on the stove.
“You’re going to turn them into rubber if you boil them like that,” said Anna, pulling the pan off the gas.
“I like them hard.” Dad smiled at her and bookmarked his place. “Off already, love? I’m sorry, I forgot to put the kettle on. It’s in the sitting room.”
Anna raised her eyebrows. She glanced toward the open sitting room door. The tea kettle, a stack of plates, and most of the contents of the kitchen cabinets were piled on the floor beside the sofa.
“Mama had a bad night?”
“Yes. Restless. She thought she needed to pack.”
“I think Rado had a bad night too,” Anna said. She ladled two eggs out of the water, cooled them under the tap, and wrapped them in a dish towel. The eggs, a loaf of flat bread, and a little jar of pickles were her lunch for the day.” What do you think got hit this morning?”
“I don’t know,” Dad said. “We’ll see it on the news later, if it was anything important.”
“I suppose so. Anyway, I love you Dad. You have a good day. Say hi to Mama for me when she gets up.”
Anna hugged Dad and kissed his cheek. His beard smelled like shampoo; the morning goodbye wouldn’t be the same without a sweet whiff of it. She laced her boots and put on the leather jacket that had been Radoslav’s until he couldn’t zip it over his stomach.
The rain was a fine drizzle as she walked down to catch the bus that would take her to the Muscovy Place Garment Factory.
At the factory gate, she smiled and waved at old Pasha, the security guard, only to realize a moment too late that the man in Pasha’s chair wasn’t Pasha. It was a man she’d never seen before, a young Sevian with a hat like the black knitted one Pasha always wore. Embarrassed, Anna hurried across the factory yard and inside through the double doors.

 

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Hello, I’m E.B. Roshan. For several years I enjoyed a nomadic lifestyle, living in the Middle East and Asia, but I’m now (at least temporarily) settled in Missouri with my husband and two sons.

I’ve been reading and writing nearly my whole life, but “Wrong Place, Right Time” is my first published book.

As it’s a romance, it was inspired in part by my own relationship with my husband. I really enjoyed writing it because any love relationship, real or imagined, is a fascinating character study.

This story is set in the fictional, “alternative history” nation of Sevia, a small country in Southeastern Europe. It’s a place marked by ethnic conflict and violence, but, as you will see when you read “Wrong Place, Right Time,” a great love story can happen anywhere!

Though I’ve spent time in some of this world’s most troubled places, for these stories, I’ve chosen to create my own setting, inspired, but not based on, any place I’ve actually lived.

This is partly because I loved the challenge of creating a whole world from scratch, but mainly because some of the major themes in this story, like war and racial hatred, are very sensitive topics. I did not wish to entangle my fiction with real-world conflicts or political issues.

My own favorite books to read are the classics, from Homer to Dickens and everybody in between. And of course the Holy Bible. Certainly reading the best of the best has influenced my own writing and given me a high standard of what I enjoy.

 

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One Smooth Stone by Marcia Laycock

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A young man running from his past, the police and especially from God, Alex Donnelly picks a good place to hide – The Yukon wilderness – but he finds even there he is pursued by all of the above. Enticed to return to his birthplace to find out more about his dead parents, Alex meets Kenni, a woman whose tenacious concern angers yet intrigues him. Can Kenni convince him that he too is a small stone held in God’s hand? Will he finally concede that no matter how far you run, God will find you, and no matter what you have done, God will forgive you?

 

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Alex Donnelly was alone. That’s how he wanted it. He told himself that’s how he liked it. That was a lie.
He twisted the throttle on the boat motor to the off position, leaned back, pulled his floppy-brimmed river hat off his head and turned his face toward the sun. The silted water hissed against the bottom and sides of the boat. A breeze tussled his thick black hair. He heard a hawk whistle from a high cliff and squinted to watch it plummet from its perch.

Closing his eyes, he slumped low. He would let the current take him home. He had all day and there wasn’t anyone waiting for him, except his dogs. At least they’d welcome him, if only in anticipation of food.

The hawk whistled again and Alex opened his eyes, letting them fill with the sweeping green hills and wide brown Yukon River. As the boat caught and circled in a whirlpool he dipped his hand into the cold flow. Two minutes, he’d been told. If he fell in – or jumped – it would take two minutes for this river to kill him. He knew it was true because it had almost happened. He’d been looking for the cabin where he now lived, had beached at the mouth of the wrong creek and decided to wade to the other side to search for a trail. Half way across he realized he was in trouble. It was deeper than he’d thought and his legs were giving out. Then the bottom dropped off completely and he’d had to swim. He barely made it to the shore in time; he couldn’t stand when he got there. His legs were useless for several minutes, even though the sun was high and hot that day. He remembered he’d shivered for two days.

His eyes caught the gray shifting of mist in the rift of a small valley far ahead as thick clouds spilled their burden of moisture down toward the river. He could smell it as the wind brought the fragrance of poplar toward him. The trees on the banks seemed to turn their leaves toward it. He pulled his hat back on and shrugged into an old slicker. As the rain came toward him he started the motor and steered the boat closer to shore. He knew a wind could come up strong enough to keep him at a stand-still. He snorted as he thought about that. It was the story of his life right now. Standing still. But at least he wasn’t running anymore. He wondered how long it would last.
Just before the rain hit him a sudden shifting of light curved over the hills in a faint rainbow. God’s promise.

Funny how he always thought that when he saw a rainbow. Someone somewhere must have said it to him. He pulled his hat down and cut the motor again, to listen, as the first softness of rain touched him. Everything around him seemed to whisper. He breathed deeply and almost smiled. Out here a person could almost want to believe in God and promises. Almost.

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Marcia is a Christian writer/speaker living in central Alberta Canada. She was the winner of the Best New Canadian Christian Author Award for her debut novel, One Smooth Stone. The sequel to that novel, A Tumbled Stone was also shortlisted for an award at Write Canada. A fantasy series for middle grade readers has also been published, along with four devotional books and hundreds of articles for magazines and newspapers in Canada and the US.

 

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In the Double Agent’s Service by Annie Douglass Lima

 

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Erik would give his life to protect King Jaymin. However, when an old enemy shows up with new schemes, that may not be enough.

Anya longs to be noticed by the king’s handsome bodyguard. But as she finally gains Erik’s attention, the notorious spy and double agent Dannel blackmails her into fulfilling a favor she has owed him for years. Anya is forced into a terrible choice: save Erik’s life, or protect her homeland.

Can Erik and Anya thwart an assassin and prevent a war before Dannel destroys everything that matters to them and to the kingdom?

 

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Pain.

Cold.

The smell of dry dirt.

A hard, gritty surface beneath his cheek.

Erik mentally catalogued the sensations in order of their intensity. He opened his eyes, blinked, and added another to the list.

Darkness.

Where am I? He struggled to sit up, and his pulse spiked at the realization that he couldn’t use his hands or feet. His legs were bound together, and his wrists were tied behind his back.

What’s going on? Erik forced himself to a sitting position, noting the dirt floor beneath him, a rough wall at his back. Brushing his fingers over what he could reach of it, he discovered that the wall seemed to be made of the same hard-packed earth as the floor.

Am I underground? Though not completely smooth, the surfaces were too flat to be natural. Not a cave, then, but perhaps a cellar of some sort.

Or a cell.

He held his breath, straining his ears for any sound in the darkness. “Hello?” he whispered.

There was no response. “Hello?” he said, a little louder. The acoustics hinted that he was in a small room.

His head, already sore, throbbed anew at the sound of his own voice. Erik leaned against the wall behind him, trying to keep calm.

What happened? Why do I hurt so much? Where’s Jaymin?

Jaymin. Erik’s pulse started racing again. Had something happened to Jaymin?

Calm down, he ordered himself. He couldn’t afford to give in to panic. Instead, he would take stock of his injuries. His head hurt the most. Bending to brush it gently against his raised knees, Erik could feel a swollen lump on his right temple. In addition, his upper lip was swollen and tasted like blood, as though he had been struck in the face. It felt as though he had some bruises on his arms and torso, but no other serious injuries.

Have I been in a fight? Why don’t I remember it?

Because of the head injury, probably. Erik had never had a concussion before, but he knew they sometimes involved memory loss.

Who attacked me? And what have they done with Jaymin? Erik closed his eyes — not that it made any difference in the complete darkness that surrounded him — and strained to recall. Had he been on a trip with Jaymin? He thought he remembered something about embarking on a journey. Where were they going? Was there an ambush? What happened to the palace guards who always accompanied the royal carriage?

Surely Jaymin couldn’t be dead. No one would kill the king but take his bodyguard captive. Would they? And why would anyone take a bodyguard captive in the first place?

 

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Annie Douglass Lima considers herself fortunate to have traveled in twenty different countries and lived in four of them. A fifth-grade teacher in her “other” life, she loves reading to her students and sparking their imaginations. Her books include science fiction, fantasy, YA action and adventure novels, a puppet script, anthologies of her students’ poetry, Bible verse coloring and activity books, and a fantasy-themed cookbook. When she isn’t teaching or writing, Annie can often be found sipping spiced chai or pomegranate green tea in exotic locations, some of which exist in this world.

 

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Behind the Smile by Paulette Monteiro

 

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This book was written in a hope to help those who have found, or still finding, themselves in the same predicament I was before. It tells of the upbringing of a broken girl who grew deeper in her brokenness. She only noticed how broken she was later on in life as she reflected on the many choices she had made which resulted in this ultimate realisation that “making choices/decisions from a broken place often leads us to more brokenness.” I was that girl.

In this brave and beautiful memoir, written with the raw honesty and openness, I boldly discuss my painful childhood memories which devolved from a safe place into a shocking tale of heartbreaks and abuse—examining why I endured years of physical, mental and emotional pain, and how I eventually broke free from it all.

As painful as it was, I had to allow God to do that open heart surgery on me in order for me to understood that there is a need for us to be healed, not just physically, because “trauma is not what happens to you; trauma is what happens inside you as a result of what happens to you.” It affects us in many different ways and creeps up in the way we perceive ourselves, those around us and life. There is a need for us to be made whole before embarking in new friendships and relationships. There is a need for us to know our truest identity and be rooted in it.

A smile can hide many painful tales, that’s right but the pain behind the smile in not hidden to the one who constantly relieves it. You need to be set free. Do not allow your past, your experiences, etc. define you or your future. There is hope. There is freedom. There is light even at the end of the darkest tunnel.

 

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Chapter 2

From Childhood to Adulthood – The Lone Ranger

In the early 90s, our mum came back to visit us again but this time she was taking us back to France. I believe I was around 7 years old. We were sad to leave our family and friends behind yet were definitely happy to be reunited with our mum and at the thought of being with her every day.

Back in France, we lived in Paris for a short while and moved to Toulouse where most of our family were. I remember our mum still going back and forth to Congo. She made sure her sister, nephew and brother joined us in Toulouse when we had settled. Her heart was always in the right place and she helped a lot of people making their way to Europe, I will always remember that.

 

Foster care debut

I don’t recall how my sister and I ended up in foster care, but one day we did. Most of our childhood, when we got back to France, was spent with our mum and in foster care with foster parents or in care homes. We were in foster care on and off for some years but I’ve always been with my sister. It is not usual practice to find children from the same family kept together. I consider us lucky. Thinking about foster care brings back both good and not-so-good memories.

Our mum was very present and involved though all I can remember is that we moved homes and locations a lot!

My childhood is nothing I believe I can brag about except I did enjoy amazing activities such as horse riding lessons, skiing trips in the winter, the drives to the beach in the summer and the numerous after school club activities. I knew most children my age did not do as much as we did. I know that is certainly more than what some would or could do but to me, those were not exceptional things. I guess I may have taken them for granted.

 

My family

As mentioned before, I have 6 sisters and 2 brothers. Yes, that is a lot but let me explain in order for you to understand the rest of my story. On my mum’s side, I have 3 sisters and I am the second born. On my dad’s side, I have 2 sisters and 2 brothers and I am his firstborn. I also have a sister who is my stepmum’s niece whom they adopted as a child.

In 1991, during our last year in Toulouse, our little sister was born. She may have been 1 year old when we moved to Lille. In Lille, my big sister and I were back in foster care while our little sister lived with our mum in a small studio flat. I think the main reason why, at that time, we stayed in a care home was because our mum was not settled down but also because she could not afford a bigger flat to accommodate us all.

 

The cycle

From what you read, you can understand that our lives were pretty much set in an undefined and unwanted rhythm – foster home to foster family to mum and back into the same cycle. Whilst in foster care, mum always made the effort to visit, it never felt like she was an absent mother but she was still missing the important bits. I probably had all my major achievements while in foster care i.e learning to ride a bike. Don’t get me wrong, I wish I was with my mum all the time but I somehow got used to it, I had desensitised myself to whatever emotions I could feel. I knew it was impossible and I learned to accept things just the way they were. To be honest, I did not mind. I know it sounds heartless but I was young and I learned to adapt.

My experience of being in the “system” wasn’t that bad, except for one part which I will discuss in Chapter 4. Strange things have happened there but nothing out of the ordinary I guess. Being in that environment, I got to do a lot of things I wouldn’t have done growing up in an African home hence in a way, I am grateful for the experience and the way this has opened up my mind to new things.

Whether in care homes or in foster families, my sister and I have always been together. As I mentioned in the previous chapter this was a comfort to both of us. I think it also brought comfort to our mum. I know we were blessed to be together when other siblings have been split apart whilst in the “system”.

In France, it might be different elsewhere, care homes are places where children stay for a while when their parents cannot take care of them for various reasons. It may be for weeks, months or years. It’s a big house with a lot of children and adults on a rota looking after us, day and night. The adults on-site managed the place and looked after us, especially the younger ones. We were all assigned a key worker and I will always remember ours, he was like a father figure to us. He taught me how to fish and ride a bike.

We had our meals together on big tables which we took in turns to set. Things were very structured from breakfast to showers to school to snack time etc.  Pretty much everything was run on a schedule. Most of us were encouraged to take part in activities on Wednesday afternoons as there was no school. the activities could be anything you like, I often wondered where the money came from because we were all doing something. I believe I made the most of that by joining Karate, Boxing, Kickboxing and many more. Weekends were always packed with fun outdoor activities which we enjoyed when we were not spending them with our mum. Compared to our peers at school, we were definitely privileged. Most children in the care home received visits from their parents, if not every weekend for the lucky ones, at least every 2 weeks but for the less fortunate (as I would call them), it was on a monthly basis or none.

From my experience, I am well aware that not all care homes are the same.

 

Detached

Having moved around quite a lot as a child, I never made lasting friendships. That’s one thing I always regretted; I moved schools so often there was never an opportunity to. It, however, has a rather advantageous aspect; my focus was more on my studies than on making friends. The thought of the heartbreak of leaving friends behind made it slightly easier for me to not get attached. I was detached emotionally but still envious of finding people who had been friends since Nursery. I longed to settle in one place and have friends with whom I could recall our past years in school as in “Do you remember last year…”. Having these sorts of friendships meant that I belonged somewhere and was part of something.

If you are reading the book and have gotten this far, I would encourage you to speak to a leader of your church or cell group about similar things. Healthy human relationships are essential for physical, spiritual and emotional growth and quite important that you heal from past hurts and emotional detachments as I call it. I now realise that, through the culmination of past pain and other issues, I had built a wall around my heart and kept people at a distance.

This went on until I was about 9 or 10 years old when we got settled in a foster home in Lille, North of France. That foster home was the same one we previously lived in. Our mum lived with our sister. My big sister and I stayed in the same care home for 3 consecutive years only seeing our mum some weekends, this was not regular. I never actually stopped to think what our mum was doing during the times we were in care, I just got on with things. I think I didn’t want to get attached to anyone, even her, emotionally. I was only attached and cared mostly about my sister. She seemed happy to see us during those weekends and we were happy to be with her – an effective unspoken arrangement.

We had no family in Lille and our mum was a full-time mum who eventually got involved with the wrong people. She was arrested and sentenced to serve a couple of months in prison. From then on, our little sisters entered the care system. It was still a shock to us.

My little sister, the one directly after me, had been in care previously in Lille when she was very young, she must have been 3 years old. I remember going to visit her with our social worker. When it was time to leave, she screamed and cried so much, my heart was in pieces. I cried all the way back. I mean, my big sister and I were used to being in care but it was her first experience and because she was much younger than us she could not be where we were at that time. Her cries haunted me for a couple of days. She wanted to be with us and we wanted to be with her too. After going through this, I vowed to never let anything like that happen to my children.

A couple of months later, my aunt came from Toulouse and took my younger sister out of foster care to go live with her. I think she was granted temporary custody at the time. She visited us in our foster home to give us the news and for us to say goodbye to our sister. Our mum was aware of everything that was happening and would write to us as often as she could to reassure us.

When our mum was released, she went to Belgium to live with her partner at the time. A couple of months later, she gave birth to our youngest sister. This was a surprise to us, especially since we were not aware that she was expecting and deducted that she went to prison being pregnant. We received pictures of our baby sister while in foster care and were very excited. She was born prematurely and had to be incubated for several months so our mum wasn’t able to leave Belgium to visit us. When our little sister came out of the hospital, our mum moved back to Toulouse to join our little sister who was with our aunt and settled there. We couldn’t wait to see the latest addition to our family.

Because we hadn’t seen our mum for a long time, on a particular Christmas holiday, I remember vividly, our social worker driving us from Lille to Toulouse so we could spend Christmas with our mother and sisters. That was a long journey! Let me take this opportunity to applaud the good and caring social workers we were blessed with; this was one of them. Later on, our mum, with the help of our assigned social worker, started the process for us to be reunited in the same city at least. Shortly after filing the paperwork and consulting with the children’s court, we were transferred from our care home in Lille to another care home in Toulouse. Once again we found ourselves packing our lives in small suitcases though this time we embarked on a plane journey by ourselves only supervised by the air hostesses. Being in Toulouse meant that we had the opportunity to be out most weekends and spend time with our extended family more frequently.

I think that was a good move for us however, I wished we were at home with our mum and sisters.

We thought it would only be a matter of time before we could be reunited properly but our mum got really sick and the girls were placed together in a foster family until she got better. Though she never really got better, she was able to look after the sister who comes after me and the last born stayed with the foster family and regularly visited with occasional stays.

 

About the Author

Paulette Monteiro is a first-time author and has been working on her memoir for over a year. She volunteers in her local church as part of the youth ministry.

Her life journey has given her a broad base from which to approach many life topics and issues.

She is new to writing and is still developing her writing skills.

She especially enjoys sharing her testimony and faith with individuals who are going through similar situations and encourage them on their life journey.

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Reads to Remember: A book lover’s journal to track your next 100 reads by Janet Sketchley

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Available in two covers: Book Stack Edition and Books with Tea Edition
132 pages, 8 x 10 softcover (not available as ebook)

Do you love reading?

Whether it’s a book a day or a book a year, in print, digital, or audio, this reader’s journal is the perfect way to track the next 100 books in your life.

  • Jot your reactions and reflections.
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Janet Sketchley is an Atlantic Canadian writer who likes her fiction with a splash of mystery or adventure and a dash of Christianity. Why leave faith out of our stories if it’s part of our lives? You can find Janet online at https://janetsketchley.ca/, or sign up for her author newsletter at bit.ly/JanetSketchleyNews.

 

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Hope in the Balance by Jim Baton

About the Book

Book #2 in the HOPE Trilogy–

The small town of Hope is shaken when teenagers Kelsey and Harmonie uncover its skeletons of the past. Will those secrets tear the town apart, or will they become a path to healing? Meanwhile, it appears someone is willing to use any means necessary to take over their town. The girls look for new allies to save Hope. A House of Prayer arises to confront demonic forces, leading to glimpses of angelic activity. As the intensity of the warfare increases, people on all sides are being pushed past their limits. The future of Hope hangs in the balance.

The Hope Trilogy is written for those who are hungry for God’s revival and transformation of their communities.

 

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Chapter 1

Kelsey Axel headed north on Third Street toward Armistice High School to meet her classmates, Harmonie Seymour, Kavon Harris and Bennett Crabb. A brilliant blue September sky promised to chase away all the tension of the last three days. But over the Rocky Mountains to the west, Kelsey noticed dark clouds were gathering.
When she reached the parking lot, Bennett greeted her with delighted eyes and a warm smile. “Kelsey! So glad you came.”
She glanced around. “Where are Harmonie and Kavon?”
“Kavon texted that when Harmonie’s dad found out you were coming, he said she couldn’t come. And without her, Kavon bailed on us too.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Tell me you didn’t set this up so we’d be alone.”
“No, I swear,” Bennett protested. He started scrolling through his phone. “I’ll show you Kavon’s text—”
“Forget it. Sorry. I shouldn’t be so suspicious.”
“I’m guessing you’re bailing on me too?”
“Nah, I’ll go. I needed to get out of the house. Slacklining sounds fun, too.” Kelsey had her own reason for spending her Saturday morning at Cougar Creek, but Bennett didn’t need to know that.
“Cool. Let’s go.” Bennett flipped his long blond bangs back from his forehead and started walking north to the edge of town.
They walked in silence for a few minutes, until they reached the stile allowing them to climb over the fence that kept the cattle inside the Deats Ranch. For generations kids had been passing through here to swim in Cougar Creek, and Arthur Deats didn’t seem to mind.
Bennett offered Kelsey his hand, but she ignored it and climbed over on her own.
He didn’t give up easily, though. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, you know.”
“If I were, I wouldn’t be here,” Kelsey retorted.
“It feels like you’re still mad at me about last year, that thing with Chelsea. I was a stupid sophomore. Come on, give me another chance.”
“You seriously want to talk about this right now, with all I’m dealing with?”
“Like what? The library fire? They already caught the guy. It’s over.”
Kelsey knew that the sheriff had arrested the wrong man, and it most certainly was not all over. The secrets she’d discovered could make things much more dangerous for her. But she couldn’t tell Bennett that.
She turned away from him, spotting a splash of blue under an aspen tree. Sure enough, it was a small patch of Colorado Blue Columbine. She knelt beside them.
In a flash Bennett’s hand was there to pick one of the flowers.
“Stop!” She held his arm. “It’s against the law.”
“Only on public land. Angry old Deats won’t mind. He never comes around here anyway.” He almost got his fingers around the stem when Kelsey pushed him away.
He gave her an odd stare, then stood up. “The slackline is this way.”
She followed, but her heart wasn’t in it. When she’d first moved to Hope in ninth grade, she’d had a major crush on Bennett, even though he never noticed her. Now they were juniors, and he was clearly pursuing her. Maybe she would like him again someday.
But today wasn’t that day.
A few minutes later they reached Cougar Creek. This spot was farther upstream than the swimming hole she and Harmonie usually went to. The water was quite shallow, the banks narrow. But Cougar Creek only reached about fifteen feet across at its widest point, and just over her head at its deepest.
The slackline Bennett had set up was about three times the width of a thick rope. He had tied it to a tree on each side of the creek.
“You can really walk on this?” she asked.
“Sure, watch me.” He set one of his feet on the rope, then pushed off the ground with the other and quickly balanced himself, arms stretched wide. “Try to keep your head over the slackline and straight up. Let your foot step forward first, and don’t shift your upper body forward until your front foot is ready. Like this.” He walked carefully but confidently out to the middle of the creek, then turned his body sideways to look downstream.
“Now, I don’t recommend this move for a beginner. Unless you want to get wet.” He grinned. Then he pivoted, walked back to her, and stepped off the line. “See? It’s easy.”
Kelsey popped her neck from side to side. On the one hand, she didn’t want to have an epic fall in front of a cute guy. But on the other hand, she and Bennett had always been rivals on the basketball court, and she hated to lose.
Might as well get this over with.
She grabbed onto the tree and tried to lift her foot above the slackline, but it was up to her waist. “It’s too high,” she said, thinking that Bennett being six inches taller than her gave him an unfair advantage.
“Come down closer to the creek.” Bennett held down the slackline with one hand while offering Kelsey the other. She took it, and gingerly set one foot on the line, then the other.
The slackline swayed wildly beneath her. She leaned forward to get closer to it.
“Keep your back straight, head up and over your back foot. Use your arms and hips to steady yourself.”
It took her a while to get the slackline to calm down. Once it was still, she tried taking a step like Bennett had showed her. The line wobbled, but she stayed upright.
She let go of Bennett’s hand. “Are you going to catch me if I fall?”
From the corner of her eye she saw him holding his cell phone. “No way, but I’ll film it and put it on Tik Tok for you.”
Keep your eyes on the target, she told herself. She stared at the opposite tree and took small, cautious steps forward.
When she guessed she was over the middle of the creek, she couldn’t help herself. She pivoted her body, arms out wide, just as Bennett had, to gaze downstream.
Far in the distance she spotted her swimming hole, and beyond that, some of the Deats’ cattle coming to the stream for a drink. A light breeze began to pick up, blowing her hair.
Suddenly, all the swirling tension of the past month surrounded her. Bennett was saying something from the bank, but his voice couldn’t get through.
A decision needed to be made. It could have dire consequences—for her, for others she cared about. Or it could maybe return Hope to its destiny.
So much hung in the balance.
After three days of soul searching, there, suspended in the air over Cougar Creek, Kelsey knew what she had to do.
She made a bargain with God: If I do this, would you give me a sign? How about if I can walk to the opposite tree and back across the creek without falling, that means you’ll make everything turn out okay?
She pivoted her body again and made it across the creek. Holding on to the tree, she slowly turned around and started back. Bennett was saying something, but again, she couldn’t hear him.
Somewhere over the creek, a sudden wind hit her, whipping her long brown hair into her eyes. Her front foot slipped off the line, and she fell forward . . .
. . . right into Bennett’s arms, her feet on dry land.
He was speaking again, but all she could think about was her bargain with God. I fell. Does that mean things won’t turn out okay? But technically I made it across the creek. Doesn’t that count?
She pulled her hair out of her eyes and glanced down. Bennett had one foot in the water.
“Thanks,” was all she could say as she gently pulled out of his embrace.
“Dude, that was epic! I never thought you’d do so well on the first try.”
Her eyes were on Cougar Creek. “Hey, I’m glad I came.” She turned back to him. “And this is really lame of me, but I need some time to think through some things. Could you walk back without me?”
He looked confused and hurt. “We just got here. What—was it something I said?”
“No, I’m really sorry. I’ve just got a lot on my mind. And I think you brought me to the perfect place to think. But I need to be alone.”
He pursed his lips. “Whatever. I’ll leave the slackline here so we can do it again sometime.” He paused.
She answered with what she hoped was a gentle smile.
“Okay. Later.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled off, every other step making a squishing noise on the Indian Rice grass.
Once he was gone, Kelsey sat down and stared at the water. She closed her eyes and let the soothing, gurgling music wash over her.
Cougar Creek, where it all started seventy-five years ago.
Her dream from Wednesday night came rushing back. Hope McCormick and Harmonie’s grandmother, Sylvia Seymour, were right here at this creek, waving to Kelsey and Harmonie across time and space. It was the day that Hope McCormick had disappeared.
And they named this town Hope after someone who wasn’t even there.
After all their efforts to solve the mystery of Hope’s disappearance, and all the efforts of others trying to stop them, it came down to this—
Another teenager at Cougar Creek, trying to decide between running away from the truth or bringing it into the light.
Even if she had to take the fall.

 

About the Author

Jim Baton has invested more than 25 years in the Muslim world, working with both Christians and Muslims to transform their communities.

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Straight: an ExGay Prodigal Story by Matthew Karchner

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Growing up in a rural Christian home, Matt was unable to reconcile his faith and sexuality. Drawn to the glamour of the city, Matt plunged into a life of sin and squandered all he had. Severely addicted, rescue would require the power of God. Straight chronicles the falling away and return of an exgay prodigal son. God’s truth and faithfulness remain steadfast, despite His servant’s betrayal. Spoils of surrender include peace that money cannot buy and resurrection to new life. Praise the Lord!

 

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I sold my soul to the god of this world. He had the face of an angel. He took me to the mountaintop and said I could have it all. We flew to New York and Miami. He adorned me in Burberry and ushered me to the front of the line at exclusive clubs. He told me I was king. When I was convinced it was all about me, the music stopped. I turned around to find the crowd gone and a switchblade to my throat.

“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.”   Proverbs 14:12

 

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When his corporate career required that Matt support the LGBTQ+ agenda, his resignation letter read, “I have decided to follow Jesus, no turning back.” Once chief among gay sinners, he is now a missionary to the LGBTQ+. Based in Southeast Asia, Matt and his wife Rebekah serve wherever the Lord leads.

 

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Trials Release Our Destiny and Purpose by Colette Blaise-Bycinte

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The book is to encourage people who are facing trials and difficulties in life. Trials are inevitable. Everyone goes through it at some point in life, and it comes in many different ways. Some will make positive changes in our lives, and others will affect our lives negatively. However, we will never face trials alone; God promises that he will never leave nor forsake us. God has it all figured out.

There were times when I did not feel like God was with me when I was facing difficulties, but he was. He carried me through; he was always there. I will always be grateful to him for keeping and leading me. My God had to hold my hand when I was going through tough times. I made it through some challenging times, and I am still here because God’s love toward me is unfailing.

The book will help you understand that trials are not to destroy you but to release your purpose. It makes you resilient in order to face whatever comes your way. It will transform your life and provide skills on how you can deal with difficulty. It will increase your faith and gives you hope for eternal life.

 

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You are the reason that I decided to write this book. It is for people who are suffering in silence and feel like all your hope is gone. This book will guide you to the different stages of pain. The book begins with creation and how sins brought suffering into the world then it moves on to the reason why Jesus came into the world.  Jesus came to bring peace and love into the world. It described Jesus’mission and how he accomplished it.  He was faced with a lot of obstacles that could hinder Jesus from completing his mission. Jesus did not give up when he was faced with trials. It discussed many great men and women who were faced with difficulty and did not give up.  They continued to press on until they received their breakthrough. Some did not receive this victory on earth however they received eternal life. Some were persecuted and killed for their faith in Christ. It was not easy but they endured the pain until the end. Some were suffering for years when their deliverance came, they received double of what they prayed for or lost. It described where pain and suffering began. Lastly, it talks about how crisis helps shape us into our destiny. It helps us to be more in tune with life.

 

 

 

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I’m a dedicated Christian who is very compassionate about people. I’m a prayer warrior who intercedes for others. I’m involved in 3 different prayer groups; I enjoy interceding for my local church, family, friends, and others. I love giving to the community; I have done Walk for Hunger and Walk for Strides for Teen Success in the past. I love working with children; I have been the leader of the children church in my local church for many years and part Boys and Girls Brigade. Currently, I volunteer to help another church in my community with their Boys and Girls Brigade program. I’m trained to provide mentoring services to the youth in my community. I’m part of the Abigail project. I work as a Child Welfare investigator who determined the safety of children. I have been working in child welfare for over 7 years. I received a Master o Degree in Marriage and Family Therapy. I am a Clinician. I have been working in the human services field for over 10 years. I worked with children, youth, and families in a number of settings. I have attended several trainings in community centers as well as school settings. I worked as a substitute teacher, foster parent, family partner, family stabilization team, intensive care coordinator, and social worker. I also worked as a crisis clinician. I am certified in addictions and trauma. I enjoy spending time with my family. I’m married to Mario Bycinte and have 3 children, Jiovanni, Jillianna, and Jadeana. My family is a big part of my life.

 

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Lighthouse on Tortola by Dale S. Rogers

 

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A debut novel filled with suspense as Photojournalist Andra seeks to clear an innocent person’s name and find evidence against a wealthy adversary. But she isn’t expecting the biggest twist of all… falling in love.

When Andra goes to the British Virgin Island of Tortola on a magazine assignment, she never expects to become involved with a tour guide bent on revenge. Pulled into his world of intrigue, she must learn who she can and cannot trust while striving to prove the truth concerning the Ahoskie Diamond Necklace.

 

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They waded through the clear water until reaching a labyrinth of stones leaning together to form a teepee. Andra felt a little uneasy as they entered the cave and the rest of the world disappeared, but fascination soon took over. Pushing through thigh-high water, she felt grainy sand under her feet while avoiding sharp rocks.

“Unbelievable,” she said out loud, wincing at the echo her voice produced.

She kept quiet during the remainder of their venture, and the sound of splashing water prevailed. As they neared light at the cave’s far end, Andra touched the smooth stone wall, surprised at its coolness. Her ears perked up as an engine broke the spell which had fallen upon them, and Michael peered outside. “Hold on,” he whispered urgently, dragging her farther back into the tunnel. They pressed against the wall while a huge white yacht with a broad black band below the deck slackened its pace. Two men on board scanned the vicinity, coming so near, Andra was certain they would be discovered. Idling for another minute, the yacht slowly motored back out to sea as Michael’s panicked expression changed to one of embarrassment. “I suppose you’re wondering what that was about.”

“Some questions did come to mind as my face pressed against the cold stone,” Andra replied good-naturedly.

“Those men are trouble. We shouldn’t be out here alone with them.”

Concern crept into Andra’s mind. “Why don’t the police arrest them?”

“They’re slippery. They manage to blame their crimes on others, avoiding proof of their wrongdoings.”

The far-off look in Michael’s eyes and the intense set of his jaw caused her to wonder if he had more than a casual knowledge of the situation. “Okay,” he said suddenly. “Let’s go back to the boat and continue our tour.”

The rest of the island was stunning, with tiny coves and towering trees, and Andra was excited about the photographs she’d taken. But she couldn’t keep her mind from returning
to the boulders, the yacht, and Michael’s strong reaction to the men who seemed to be searching . . . perhaps for him, she realized with concern.

 

About the Author

A South Carolina native, Dale currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and three cats. With several family members involved with writing, Dale soon found herself drifting in that direction, and she joined her high school newspaper staff. Continuing her interest in writing after graduating from Anderson College and the University of South Carolina, she penned articles and stories, as well as poetry, eventually starting a novel. Since then, she has written several novels, both for teens and adults. She also loves music and dance, and has participated in several musicals and even one movie!

 

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Girls, Guys, and a Tangle of Ties by Galynne Howard Matichuk

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A girl with an eating disorder, in denial and angry at God. A camp director with a handful of ropes, two cardboard cutouts figures, and a radical plan to touch the hearts of the campers. An athletic hunk, a stolen hat, and a flaw-filled prank that has the entire camp in an uproar. This summer, lives are about to change forever.

The last place Kelly Martin wants to spend her summer vacation is volunteering at a Christian camp. But it’s either that or be forced by her parents into a program for girls with eating disorders.

Prepared to be surrounded by religious fanatics, Kelly is surprised to meet genuine friends who pull her into the first crazy prank of the summer. Even more unexpected is the handsome counselor who starts looking her way.

But it is the radical campfire talks that touch her heart most of all, sparking a longing for change. But that would mean trusting God. And Kelly vowed she’d never do that again.

 

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The early-morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows above the sink but couldn’t drive the chill from the room. A shiver ran through Kelly’s body, and a strand of long brown hair fell across her eyes. She brushed it away and focused her attention on her father as he placed a set of pale-green luggage in the center of the room. She’d been expecting a moment like this for the last few weeks. And now it was here.

Kelly perched on the edge of the wooden chair, her back stiff and straight as she stared at the bags. The suitcases seemed to crouch together, as if preparing to attack and drag her away.

“Why is my luggage out of storage?” Kelly turned to her mother, seated across the table. “I thought we had a deal. If I improved, you wouldn’t send me to the hospital program.” She braced herself for a fight.

“Improved?” Her father snorted as he took a seat beside his wife. “Gaining half a pound is hardly progress.”

It could have been. At least if it were true. But she hadn’t even improved that much. However, now was not the time to confess that she’d manipulated the results.

“We’re not sending you to the teen recovery center.” Her mom concentrated on pouring a small amount of milk into a steaming mug of coffee. With slow and deliberate movements, she picked up a spoon and stirred. “Your father and I met with your counselor last week. She’s heard great things about a church camp that’s not too far from here.”

So she wasn’t being rushed off to the eating-disorder intervention program. Kelly relaxed, but only slightly. Camp was still a form of punishment. Most likely for what happened last weekend.

Kelly’s mom gave her a tentative smile. She slid a plate with a banana and a blueberry muffin toward Kelly, who ignored it.

“I’m too old for camp.” She was also too old to have her mother feed her. Especially since she’d stopped eating breakfast months ago, along with every other meal she could skip.

Kelly’s mother leaned back, a frown creasing her brow. “The counselor recommended that you work there as a volunteer for the summer.”

Two whole months? No way. Being stuck at some religious camp would ruin all her plans.
Her mom raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. “You can’t spend your vacation sitting around with nothing to do.”

No fear of that. Kelly had already planned an intense summer program of daily hikes, bike rides, and speed walks. Of course, all that exercise would be worse, in her mom’s eyes, than doing nothing. Particularly if she lost more weight.

But Kelly knew the plan to send her off to camp wasn’t just about keeping her busy. It was also about keeping her away from her friends—and her boyfriend, in particular. Or ex-boyfriend, thanks to the disaster last Saturday night.

“I’m not qualified.” Kelly took a deep, steadying breath. She wasn’t about to surrender without a fight. “I don’t know anything about church camps. I’ve never even been to one.”

Kelly’s father dismissed the argument with a wave of his hand. “Experience isn’t necessary. The director told us they offer a two-day training program that will cover everything you’ll need to know.”

Kelly shook her head as she imagined a cabin full of hyper campers. “What if the kids don’t like me and beg for a new counselor?”

Her mother gave a faint laugh. “Don’t be so melodramatic. All the neighborhood children adore you. You’re the first person who gets called whenever someone needs a babysitter.”

That was true. And Kelly did enjoy hanging out with all her little buddies. But she couldn’t let her mother’s compliment sway her. Kelly turned a wary eye to the suitcases. The bright rays of sunshine glinted off the partially open zippers, making the silver rows of metal gleam like razor-sharp teeth.

“You’ll be a sophomore next year,” her father cut in. “Time to think about college applications. Volunteer experience looks great on a resume.”

That was her dad, always practical and thinking of the future. But Kelly was thinking ahead too. And this was about more than the summer. Her social future was at stake if she couldn’t patch things up with Aaron. The icy fingers of panic seized her, and she found it hard to breathe. She couldn’t imagine her world without him.

Kelly scrambled for a different tactic. “But I won’t know anyone at camp.”

Her father raised an eyebrow. “Considering how much time you spend on the phone, I’d say you don’t have a problem making friends. And this will give you the chance to make some new ones.”

But that was the point. She already had plenty of friends, although lately they’d been blowing away like dry leaves in a windstorm. Which wasn’t too surprising. Just the natural consequence of being dumped by the most popular guy at school. Even if she could use some new friends, she didn’t want to meet them at some stupid camp. Especially since anyone working there was likely to be a boring spiritual nut.

Kelly looked straight into her father’s eyes. “Are you punishing me for what happened with Aaron?”

Her father’s hand came down hard on the table. “Aaron is a different matter, and we’ve already dealt with him.”

Yes, they had. By forbidding all contact with him. Of course, Kelly had no intention of obeying, which they’d probably already guessed. It’s not like they could stop her, unless they sent her away. Which was exactly what they were doing.

“I know I broke a bunch of rules, but it’s not what you think.”

“Really? You stole my brand-new car, snuck off to a party, and your drunk boyfriend almost drove you home. Did I get anything wrong?” Her father leaned forward.

Yes. No. Kelly studied the floor. Telling the truth now would only make things worse. At least for Aaron. And she wasn’t a snitch.

“Don’t I get any credit for calling home?” Kelly spat out the words.

Her mom took a sharp breath. “Thank God you did, or someone might have been hurt. Even killed.”

Kelly shuddered as she remembered the expression on her parents’ faces when they arrived at the party and found her dad’s Corvette Sting Ray parked in the driveway with a seriously hammered Aaron behind the wheel, keys in hand, and her in the passenger seat. The hurt in her mother’s eyes. Like she didn’t recognize her own daughter. And her father’s barely-controlled fury as he pulled Aaron out of the car.

“Don’t even try to tell me it’s not what I think.” Her father’s voice cracked. “I know what I saw.”

Maybe, but he’d missed a few things. Like the fact that she was already crying when they drove up, and not just after she’d been caught. And she’d been trying to grab the keys away from Aaron, not pass them to him.

In a last-ditch effort, Kelly launched her final weapon. Brutal honesty. “You think some lame religious camp is going to fix me. I’m not broken, and I don’t need help.”

An awkward silence descended on the kitchen. Kelly’s mother lifted the cup to her lips, but her hands shook and brown liquid dripped over the side. She lowered the mug and glanced at Kelly’s father.

Watching them through narrowed eyes, Kelly felt a stab of remorse for causing her parents so much grief over the last year. They thought they were being discreet, but she’d overheard the whispered conversations. And their desperate prayers.

Kelly’s mother turned toward her, mouth set in a firm line. “The hospital called last night to tell us that a spot opened up in the treatment center for eating disorders.”

“But you just said you wouldn’t make me go.” The words tumbled out of Kelly’s mouth. She didn’t belong there. Just because some doctor said she was anorexic didn’t make it true. Sure, she’d lost some weight over the last year. Okay, a lot of weight. But all the popular girls were skinny, and that’s what guys like Aaron found attractive. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“We aren’t sending you…at least not yet.” Kelly’s mother cleared her throat. “I told the hospital we’d already signed you up for summer camp. But I can call back and tell them we changed our minds.”

There was no way out. She was being sent away, and her only choices were a religious camp or a treatment center. Kelly shot her mother a scathing look. “I’ll take camp.”

Her mom nodded. “Training starts on Friday. That’s just two days from now. Why don’t you go upstairs and start thinking about what you’d like to pack.”

Kelly could have sworn she heard a snarl coming from the suitcases. And the sound of metal jaws snapping shut on her summer.

 

About the Author

Working with teenagers has been a passion for Galynne Matichuk, and she has over three decades of experience with young people in a variety of settings.

Galynne has nineteen years of middle and high school teaching experience in public schools in Canada and a private Christian school in the United States. She spent twelve summers working at summer camps, during which time she was a counselor, canoeing instructor, and camp speaker. For two years, Galynne worked with Teen Time, an inner-city teen ministry.

Galynne has enjoyed speaking at several camps, churches, and had the privilege of leading several seminars at the California conference for the Association of Christian Schools International (ACSI) in California.

Galynne recently began working with the T. R. A. C. program (Teen Reach Adventure Camp, specifically designed for youth ages 12-15 in foster care) as a counsellor and camp speaker.

Currently Galynne works as a substitute teacher in the Issaquah School District and has self-published a Kindle book entitled: How to Bond with Your Child Through Books: One Family’s Plan to Read 100 Books Together.

 

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