From the Author
The idea for this story sat in the back of my mind for some time before it came to fruition.
A few years ago, when one of my uncles was dying from congestive heart failure, I sent out an e-mail requesting prayer for the family, particularly his wife and children as they faced his last days, as well as his mother. One of the recipients of that e-mail sent back a message that offered criticism instead of prayer - the fact these people needed prayer proved what selfish, sinful creatures we human beings are.
Thankfully, my faith was strong enough for me to recognize the profound absurdity of such an accusation. As time passed, I couldn't forget what that individual said though. Then I started to wonder - what might have been the outcome if I hadn't known enough scripture and been secure enough in my faith to dismiss such an accusation? What kind of damage could that person have done to my walk with Christ because of such thoughtlessness? Thus this story was born.
Grief is a normal part of loss. NEVER let anyone tell you otherwise. As Wes explained to Terry, we aren't to grieve as the nations grieve, as though there is no hope. We grieve the separation and loss while at the same time clinging to the hope we have found through Christ. Don't let anyone strip that away from you, no matter how well-meaning they may be. Grieve when you must. God will send comfort.
From the Back Cover
Terry is beyond hope. Or so she believes. Disabled by an injury and dismissed by the medical profession, she has become a burden to her family. Or so she thinks. Her husband carries responsibilities that once were hers. Her grown sons no longer need her. Her 13-year-old daughter walks in shoes she shouldn't need to. All Terry can do is pray it will finally end, but God doesn't seem to be listening.
Then she receives an unexpected answer to prayer....