Book Blurb:
Reed Archer is a man with a past. His new-found faith in God will not be believed by those who know his history.
Ann Wright is a woman who wants to control her future. Her skill as an artist drives her need to be independent in a time when women usually must rely on the men in their lives to make decisions for them.
Can a risky proposition at Christmastide make them see each other in new light and bring a happily-ever-after for both of them?
Inspiration:
The inspiration for this book comes from 2 Corinthians 5:17
“Therefore if any man be in Christ he is a new creature: old things are passed away: behold, all things are become new.”
love this verse and the idea behind it. When a person chooses Christ and becomes born again that person is a new creation. Something is there that wasn’t there before. It is such a wonderful and clean feeling.
That feeling lasts for a short time. I estimate that for most of us it lasts as long as it takes to run into an old friend that has been a big part of the old life and old choices. While the person becomes a new creation the life and people he or she goes back to is not. It’s the same old world often with people in it that we care about deeply. Friends can go their way and leave the new creation to walk the new path with new friends on the same path, but what about family members? People who one cannot walk away from so easily?
So how does this new creation stuff work? How does forgiveness on a life scale filter down into everyday life? What does the new creation do when it’s faced with the old world?
Extract:
Reed directed his stallion to the stables.
"Welcome home, Master Reed."
The sight of the old man warmed his heart. How many times had Randall greeted him the same way? Had he ever thanked him? He put his hand on the old man’s shoulder. "Thank ye, Randall."
The man’s eyes grew to the size of tea cups.
Reed chuckled; he wouldn’t be the last one.
He swiveled his gaze as he made his way to the house. So quiet after the noise of London and the ship home. The house, the stables, dependencies in a neat row, all still the same as when he’d left five years ago. There must be changes, but from where he stood, he couldn’t see them.
He paused before taking the first step up the porch.
It was good to be home.
The one place where they would believe him.
The one place he could be his real self.
He breathed in a lungful of crisp home-scented air and climbed the first step.
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