Then came the hardest part.”
“What was that?”
“To obey Him. It was like He had His hand on the back of my neck until I called her,” Cora said.
“How did that go?” Deni asked.
Category: Forgiveness
The Blame Game
My mother sat down, clasped her hands under her chin casting her penetrating eyes on me and asked, “Whose is this?”
Suddenly, my face and ears had a temperature of their own. Hot. Fear and guilt gripped me tighter than bark on a tree. “Rob’s,” I said.
The Prodigal
“I want my share of the estate,” the boy blurted. Mariah and her husband exchanged quick glances. The older brother stopped with his hand midway to his mouth. Mariah asked, “But why?” “Because I’m leaving, that’s why,” he, said, keeping his eyes fixed on his father.