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Karen felt loved on Tuesdays.
She was fifty-three and divorced with a
college-aged daughter at home who’d probably flee the nest soon, leaving
Karen to live alone. She’d missed her chance for happiness. Still, she wasn’t
sad. Teaching and her volunteer work as a lay minister, hospital chaplain,
and member of her church choir fulfilled her. To be honest, she wanted more.
She wanted the special kind of love she felt on Tuesdays.
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Karen Williams was fifty-four and divorced for so
long she'd given up hope for that special marriage everyone talked about, but
few probably had experienced. Then, a year ago, her life changed. Her college
sweetheart charged back into her life, acting as if he'd never stopped loving
her. He was waiting for her at the altar now as she touched up her makeup in
the bride's room of her church.
She
hurried to apply mascara, but her right hand wouldn't be still. The pencil
hit the table with a soft clunk. Tears followed. Tears from nowhere. A glance
into the mirror showed mascara running down both cheeks. What was happening?
Was
it that feeling of unworthiness that crept in when she least expected it?
Couldn't be. God had forgiven her long ago, but she would never forget what
had happened. Second thoughts? Definitely not. She loved Brian and he loved
her. He would never do anything to hurt her. Not again.
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Tex
removed his ten-gallon cowboy hat, swiped his brow and leaned back in his
wheelchair to get his hug. I stood behind him knowing I'd be next. But
nothing happened. Liz sat at the end of the conference table with her head in
her hands.
My
friend and former computer science student, Tex Thompson, locked his eyes on
mine and I stared back at him in disbelief. Something was wrong. Liz Siedo,
the happiest librarian in the world, the person who accepted God's will in
every situation and hugged everyone who came within five feet of her, was
either sick or depressed.
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"Liz!
Are you okay?"
I
looked up at Margie and wondered if I was. I wiggled around before I
answered. "Nothing seems to be broken. I guess I'm lucky I landed on my
God-made cushion."
I
could tell Margie was amused by my comment because she was clearly trying not
to make light of my mishap. So I laughed to let her know it was okay. I'd
never been embarrassed by my ample bottom and was rather pleased with the way
it broke my fall today. I wished I hadn't left my coat in the bookmobile, but
it was such a short walk to Sharon's house.
Margie
laughed. "Well that's good to hear. When I saw you slipping and sliding
on that iced driveway, I knew you'd end up falling. "Watching you throw books
into the air like that was the funniest thing I've seen in some time. Then
she sobered. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be laughing at your fall."
"That's
okay. Glad to brighten your day. Besides, I'm not hurt. Just not sure how to
get up."
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Margie was waiting on the icy driveway as I parked
the bookmobile in front of Sharon's house. Had she been crying?
I
climbed out and gave her a hug. "Are you okay?"
She
held on a little longer than usual. "I'm okay."
I
pushed away and looked into her eyes. "Something's wrong. You've been
crying."
"No."
She brushed at her eyes with a gloved hand. "Must be from the cold."
I
knew she needed to talk. "Why don't you wait in
the bookmobile and get warm? I brought those books you asked for."
"Okay."
Margie didn't look at me as she spoke. "I guess you should see Sharon
first."
I
stepped into the library and picked up the five books I'd brought for Sharon
and a white paper bag.
Margie
moved back to give me space. "What's in the bag?"
"Some
scones for Sharon. I got them at the library coffee shop while I was loading
books this morning."
"Scones?"
"Hey. Come with
me." I held up the bag. "Carry this for me. I've got enough for all
of us." |
For this reason we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to ask that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; that you may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing Him, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power, for all patience and longsuffering with joy. (NKJV)
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--Loved the book, "Two Days in Caracus" by Luana Ehrlich
--Luana Ehrlich is a wonderful storyteller! LOVE her books!
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--I will be reading Luana Ehrlich's newest book!
--Luana, you are a fabulous writer. I am so excited to read Two Days in Caracus!