Joyce Meyer, Deborah Bedford
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Sarah Harper is driven to achieve success no matter what the cost. She wants to do good and not hurt the people she loves--especially children and her husband, Joe--but her desire to succeed in her career too often leaves little time for family.
One cold, autumn afternoon, all of that changes when Sarah's car plunges off a bridge and into a river. She is presumed dead by those on the "outside," but Sarah's spirit is still very much alive. What she discovers on the other side transforms everything about Sarah's view of life--past, present, and future.
When Sarah is revived, she is a changed woman. And the unsuspecting world around her will never be the same again
side of the bed.” “How’s it going, Andretti?” someone added. “Ready for another day at the races?” Sarah ignored the parking-space comments and dropped a box of folders on her assistant’s desk. She backed halfway through her own office door and eyed the intern, a small anxious-looking youth named Leo McCall. Leo took care of office duties; he’d gone through at least eleven different interviews to get the internship. Taking him on as an intern meant she could get away with asking him to do
minute, young man,” she said, covering her mouthpiece with her hand because she’d answered her phone again, “you will be grounded from Cubs games for as long as I’m alive.” He was just turning to follow her when the man in the wingtip shoes called, “Hey, kid.” He pointed to the collection bin. “You want me to dig you something out of here?” Mitchell shrugged and called back, “Don’t need anything much.” But then he brightened. “I’d take it if you found a Cubs shirt.” “Plenty of Cubs shirts in
everyone to be worrying about me.” “Of course we’re worrying about you, Jane. What can we do to help?” “Casseroles would help. I don’t feel like cooking. And I know I said Mitchell isn’t sick, but actually he is.” “I’ll let everyone know. Don’t worry about anything.” “Actually, we are all sick. We’re sick at heart.” “Understandable.” “I have to go because I don’t want Mitchell to overhear this. We’re trying not to upset him.” Even though he could have overheard this particular
trying to play peacemaker. Sarah sighed. She couldn’t help being disappointed. “I guess so.” She had hoped he wanted to talk about other things instead. “What’s that face?” “You know what it is.” “Yes, I guess I do.” It was easy giving things to people she didn’t know very well or to people who hadn’t hurt her. Surely God couldn’t expect her to reach out again to this woman who pushed her away every time she tried. Sarah already knew what would happen. She’d only get shot down. “Your
watching us and taking care of us all the time.” Rounds of cheers went up from the sections above them as the Cubbies took the field. A catcher donned a helmet, stooped behind home plate, and made a target of his glove to help the pitcher warm up. A father hugged his son against his chest. A mother settled her baby daughter in her lap. A husband draped his arm across his wife’s shoulders, drew her close while her heart repeated the new lessons she’d learned from her Heavenly Father. Any