Love's Abiding Joy (Love Comes Softly Series #4) (Volume 4)
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Reuniting with their daughter's family, grandparents Clark and Marty's hope and faith are tested by a tragedy. Love Comes Softly Book 4.
eluded her. She stirred restlessly and wished for morning. Once they were actually on that train and headed for Missie’s, she was sure then she could relax. In spite of her restless night, Marty roused herself early the next morning. Anticipation took charge, driving her from the bed. Clark stirred as Marty threw back the blankets. “Rooster crow already?” he teased, then shut his eyes again and turned over. Marty didn’t let his joshing bother her but went about her morning preparations. She
this talk of parcels and presents from back home— and they plan to make us wait until morning!” Missie obviously could hold back her frustration no longer. “How can a body sleep tonight not knowing what’s in the trunk?” After some laughter and teasing, it was decided that the trunk and its contents would be brought in and distributed before retiring. After the trunk was placed in the room and the straps removed, Missie dove in with a will, laying to one side those things intended for the
Clark. With my whole bein’, I fought it. But it was yer leg or you. For a while, it looked as if it would be both. Oh, Clark, I’m jest so thankful to God thet He sent a doctor along in time to spare ya. I … I … I don’t know how I’d ever make it without you, Clark. God spared ya, an’ I’m so glad. So glad. We’ll git by without the leg … I promise.” Clark smoothed her hair and held her close. His trembling eventually stopped. He could even speak. “Yer right. It’ll be all right. Guess it jest takes
Clark’s Bible. “I still don’t figure it,” mumbled Cookie. “Don’t figure what?” asked Lane, reaching for the everready coffeepot. “If I take on this here religion, will I be doin’ it to try to become a man like Clark Davis?” “What’s wrong with bein’ a man like Clark Davis?” “Nothin’. Nothin’ I can see. Only he says thet tryin’ to be like ’im ain’t gonna git me one step closer to those pearly gates yer always talkin’ ’bout.” “Oh, thet,” said Lane, understanding Cookie’s dilemma. “He’s right.”
necessities, the many things they had packed to take to Willie and Missie, the added articles from Clae and Nandry, the gifts from Ma Graham, Wanda Marshall, Sally Anne, and even some from Missie’s students during her teaching days. Yes, the pile had grown and grown and, indeed, each additional item meant “more trouble,” but she would have no more denied Zeke LaHaye the pleasure of sending something to his family than she would have denied herself. She’d discard her new hatbox if necessary in