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Okay, this is it — our very last day of the “It’s Time to Fall in Love” promo AND the day you get to enter your treasure-hunt sentence into the Kindle Rafflecopter below, so GOOD LUCK!!
First of all, I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who joined us this month during the promo and I hope you were inspired to read both Debbie Lynne’s and MaryLu’s new books because they are two of my favorite authors!!
Secondly, I want to say THANK YOU to each and every one of you who voted for Isle of Hope in the Family Fiction magazine’s Top 15 Books of 2015 because WHOO-HOO — Isle of Hope MADE THAT LIST!!
And now, for our final day of the promo, I am going to show you my very favorite spiritual scene from Isle of Hope because these are words straight from my heart, and I hope from yours too.
Here’s the spiritual clip. Just read it to find the final answer to the final question in the first Rafflecopter box below, and your are entered into my invidual contest.
THEN …insert the 15-word treasure-hunt sentence (gleaned from clues on each of the blogs throughout the hunt) into the second Rafflecopter below for a chance at the grand prize of a Kindle Fire and GOOD LUCK!! Winners will be announced here and on Debbie’s and MaryLu’s blogs this Friday, March 4th, so be sure to come back, okay?
His body quivered with a depleting sigh before he rose and walked to the far edge of the dock, hands buried in his pockets while he stared at the river. “Once it happened,” he whispered, “I swore it would never happen again, but of course it did, brick-walling my pride more and more just to keep out the guilt. Until everything came crashing down …” He turned toward Jack with a slump of shoulders and a glimmer of pain. “I lost my wife, my family, my friends, and my church. The only way my pride could cope, Jack, was to cling to the lie that Karen and I belonged together, to believe that I was the one to deliver her from her troubled marriage and she from mine.” He inhaled sharply, releasing it again in a slow, tenuous breath. “So we left.”
“You mean ran away with your tail between your legs.” Jack’s words hissed in the air.
“Yes,” his father said calmly, “I ran away like the coward I was.” The aura of peace and calm Jack had sensed before settled over his father’s shoulders again like the mantle of moonlight that broke through the clouds. “It took losing everything, Son, including my life, to finally understand what I was too blind to see. Everything to liberate me from the same pride that lost Lucifer his soul. And that is—God alone is the Alpha and the Omega. He is the beat of my pulse. He is the strength in my bones. He is my beginning and my end, and there is no hope in anything—” His father took a step forward, an almost ethereal glow of faith in his eyes like nothing Jack had ever seen, “anything … except Him.”
Unable to speak, Jack couldn’t move a muscle, eyes locked on the father he’d considered shallow and weak. The same man who now radiated a strength and peace that seemed to envelop Jack as well. His father gave an awkward shrug as he approached, hands deep in his pockets and smile sheepish. “Sorry—I get a little carried away at the magnitude of Who He is, Jack, and just how much He loves us. Enough to allow us the freedom to choose. And enough to allow those choices to strip us of everything that stands in the way of our ultimate happiness—Him.”
His smile faded into sobriety while his gaze bonded to Jack’s. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, Son,” he said quietly, “anymore than I deserve God’s, but I’m asking for it all the same.” He peered up at the sky, as if drawing strength from the shaft of light that split the billow of dark clouds overhead. “I don’t deserve it, Son, but you do. I don’t want to see you make the mistake I made, choosing pride over God. I learned the hard way that pride is man’s greatest weakness. It felled Lucifer at the beginning of time and it will do the same for anyone who relies on his or her own strength rather than God’s. It will rob them of God’s blessings and steal their hope and their future.” He studied Jack’s face in a silent plea. “And it will rob us of the ability to forgive if we let it, so I’m asking you, Jack, please—” He paused, grasping Jack’s shoulder in a firm hold. “Don’t. For your sake as well as your mother’s.”
Eons passed, it seemed, as Jack stared, feeling the battle within to forgive or to turn him away. This was the man he’d loved and revered most of his life. The man of God who’d inspired him. The father who’d taught him to fish and swing a bat. The parent who’d nurtured and encouraged him. His eyelids lumbered closed. And the hero who’d disappointed him, falling from his sky like Lucifer, flinging his family into the abyss.
And yet, here he stood, a man on the precipice of eternity, giving the greatest gift of all.
OKAY … to enter my contest for a $50 GIFT CARD, A COPY OF A GLIMMER OF HOPE, A COPY OF ISLE OF HOPE, AND A CHARACTER NAMED AFTER YOU IN MY NEXT BOOK, just answer the question for February 29 in the Rafflecopter box below.
NEXT … before you go, make sure you WRITE DOWN THE FOLLOWING WORD CLUE in our 15-word sentence that you’ll need to enter the Kindle giveaway Feb. 29–March 3.
WORD CLUE #14: WOMEN
Happy Treasure Hunting & Good Luck!