Blurb:
Liam
once approved of helping others, but not anymore. He lost his mother due to a
crazed street person, and he's hardened his heart. Now a successful
photographer, he’s returned to set up shop in his hometown--directly across the
courtyard from his sister’s best friend. Zoe runs an outreach center and
encourages the homeless and needy, especially at Christmas. Nursing a soft spot
for Liam that started as a girlhood crush, she sets out to help him by creating
her unique brand of encouragement cards. Her hope is to reignite the fire and
love for Christmas and God, which Liam once had. The cards and ornaments
countdown to Christmas, but what if Liam doesn’t want to be one of Zoe’s
projects? What happens when her crush grows into something more? What if they both
receive more than expected?
Excerpt –
15 years ago
Her heart did a flip-flop at the sound of
his deep voice. They’d never be in the same school again. Next year he’d go to
high school at the same time she and Meredith advanced to middle school.
“Let her be, Liam.” Meredith hit her brother
on the shoulder. “So what if she says the word without the beginning letters? I
want to always be a little girl at heart.”
Zoe reached for Meredith’s hand. “That man
on the bench. He’s sad. He’s cold and alone. I want to make a Christmas card to
‘courage him.”
“OK, squirt.” Liam circled her tender
earlobe, freshly pierced. “I got it. You want to encourage the man to make him
feel better.”
“Right. Could you ask your mom to take us
to the craft store on the way home so Meredith and I can make a card tonight?
Let’s look for him next week after the movie.”
That night the girls sat at Zoe’s kitchen
table, now covered with scrapbooking materials. “Meredith, since Mom works at
the hospital on Saturdays, I’m glad your mom drives us. Do you think Liam will
walk us girls around a couple blocks by the theater? I’ll pray first on Friday
night.”
“I’ll pray too. I want to give this card
I’m making to just the right person.”
Zoe worked her tongue while she cut silver
paper. “Did you see the face of the man on the bench today?”
“I did. He made me think of Santa Claus.”
Meredith swung her heavy, long braid over her shoulder.
“It shouldn’t be hard to find him with that
white beard. I want this card to go to him. I wish I was older and had a job so
I could buy him a big blanket to keep him warm.” Zoe handed the scissors to
Meredith.
“You look for him. I want to look for a
raggedy woman. Maybe even someone who has a place to sleep at night, but looks
lonely and lost. God will show me if a sad lady needs Christmas cheer from my
card all decorated like a beautiful tree.”
Three weeks later, the girls waited inside
the lobby for Liam. He and his friends had met for a sci fi movie, yet to end.
Meredith bopped to a tune plugged into her ear.
Outside the theater, the girls held hands, Liam
walking behind so it didn’t appear as though they were together.
A homeless man pushed off the wall of the
building and into their path. “You girls are angels.”
Liam’s shoes slapped on the sidewalk as he
ran to catch up. He placed a hand on each of their shoulders, preventing them
from getting too close to the man.
Zoe smiled at the man who wore a light
jacket over a frayed, hooded sweatshirt that looked more gray than black.
“We’re not angels, we’re ‘couragers.”
“I like that better. It takes courage to
approach a reprobate like me. I’m not gonna hurt them, laddy. You girls
encouraged me last week by that beautiful gold angel card. Prettiest thing my
hands have held in a long, long time. You gave me hope, so much I’m gonna clean
up and find a church Christmas Eve.” He gave a slight bow and moved aside.
The kids didn’t say a word as they walked
the two blocks to the SUV.
Liam clamored into the front.
Zoe waited to open the door. “Meredith,
let’s always remember each other at Christmastime.”
“Why would we forget? We’re best friends
forever. How could we forget each other?”
“I don’t know.” She braved a look at Liam
through the window, where he slouched in the seat, drumming his fingers on his
knee. “He always keeps us safe when we walk downtown.” I’ll never forget Liam, either.
Present Day
Zoe would have liked nothing more than to
catch up with Liam as he strode down the street. At the moment, she was more
thrilled over reconnecting with Meredith. Questions for him would have to wait.
He was headed in the direction of the Haymarket. Could his studio be there? If
so, he wouldn’t be too hard to find.
As far as that went, she could ask Meredith
about her brother. They continued to text and finally agreed to talk later that
night, since Meredith needed to get back to her office. Zoe fired off one more
text message. How did your bro lose the
spirit of Christmas?
When
Mom died.
Maybe it was a good thing Zoe hadn’t asked
Liam about his mother. As children, neither Meredith nor Liam talked about the
absent Gorgeous father.
Instead of heading to Agape Wear, Zoe
scurried to her car and turned southeast to the craft store. Her mind was full
of Liam, as memories spun to her girlhood times with Meredith. He was in the
background as they made the Christmas cards at Meredith’s home. He had fun
teasing Zoe as much as his sister, never in a mean way.
Liam had obeyed his mother and escorted,
rather trailed behind a few feet, as the girls sought just the right person to
hand their cards to. Sometimes they later cried over the joy they’d brought to
a recipient.
Zoe experienced much the same fulfillment
now, helping the helpless. She’d learned not every directionless man on the
streets was a drug user, lazy, or mentally ill. They were often victims who’d
never connected with the right advocate and availed themselves of the aid
available.
The faces of the homeless stretched far
beyond the men who slept on vacant benches or under bridges. The women and
children who had frequented Agape Wear shared awful stories. They were in
trouble due to loss of homes because of fire or abandonment. Many dependent
children of a father who was the main bread winner lost their security when the
man’s job didn’t pan out. Other honest families went broke due to lack of
insurance to cover medical bills. Then there were the women who had to start
over because of abuse.
Help was available for everyone if they had
the right advocate or avenues.
Zoe didn’t want to contemplate the effect
drug users had on families. She knew what heartache addiction caused. When it
came to loss of livelihood due to that affliction, she identified with many of
the people she encountered on a daily basis.
Tears threatened at the way the Lord saved
her from her weak self. She still worked on being deserving of her financial
status. “Thank You, Abba Father, for the desire to pass on what I can, without
hurting another’s sense of self.”
She arrived at the craft store, ready to
spend some of that money on craft items to lift another’s spirit.
What had happened to make Liam so serious
his eyes lacked luster and his face looked as if it would crack if he smiled?
If anyone needed ‘couragement, it was Liam.
Let the Christmas countdown begin.
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Bio:
Christian romance author LoRee Peery
attempts to see God’s presence every day. Often that gift comes from nature,
when the call of a cardinal draws her to look for the distinctive flash of
crimson. A meadowlark’s melody always transports her to the farm where she grew
up. A rainbow holds special significance, since one appeared over her father’s
grave the day of his funeral, assuring her of the Lord’s presence. She clings
to I John 5:4 and prays her blended family and dozen grandchildren see that
faith. Find LoRee at www.loreepeery.com or on Amazon http://tinyurl.com/kafhkcc
My favorite part of Christmas is the music.
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