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The Long Wait - Christian Romance
The Long Wait - Christian Romance
The Long Wait - Christian Romance
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The Long Wait - Christian Romance

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Angela Pierce is meeting her mother for the first time. One year after a miscarriage that caused her to separate from her husband, Andrew, and three years since she has been trying, desperately for children, Angela has realized that the time has come for drastic measures. Angela had never before felt any desperate desire to know the woman who gave birth to her. She was always happy to be the child of her loving adopted parents. But now, Angela is convinced that something is wrong with her body. Something is keeping her from having children and she believes that her birth mother, Faith Garber, is the only one who can tell her what that is. But, when Angela and Andrew, who insists on coming with his estranged wife, meet Faith, she is not at all what they expected and neither is the news that she gives them about Angela's past. Now, armed with the truth, will Angela be able to trust in God's plan for her? Will she be able to heal her marriage or will she give into despair?

This is a clean, standalone romance story with no cliffhanger! 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 21, 2018
ISBN9781386974178
The Long Wait - Christian Romance

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    The Long Wait - Christian Romance - Johanna Jenkins

    The Long Wait

    Chapter 1

    She did not want to go home. That was a new and very strange thought, but, as soon as it came to her, she knew it was true.

    Angela Pierce sat in the driver’s seat of her car, staring hard at the bright red front door to the home she'd shared with her husband, Andrew not one year ago.

    She had been back only twice since they separated six months ago. Once to get her things and move them into her parent's home and once because her phycologist had suggested it. She said it would be good for her to come to terms with the bad memories in the house. It hadn't helped like her psychologist had said it would. And, she promised herself that she wouldn't return again.

    Now, she could hardly believe that she was willingly coming back to this place.

    It was a nice house. One story, red brick with a thatched roof and tulips growing in the front garden. They guided a bright stone path that led to that red front door.

    She used to love the house. One year ago, just the thought of it would have been enough to make her smile. But now, she could hardly stand the sight of it.

    Andrew would be inside, she knew that. It was six o'clock. He was always home at six. From what she could tell, his unflappable schedule had remained unchanged with their separation.

    Andrew was another thing that used to make her smile. When they were together, she used to treasure the thought of coming home from work to find him there. Now, the idea of facing him was worse than contemplating a root canal or jumping off a bridge

    She had never been good at confrontation. And, when she told him what she had to tell him, when he learned what she was going to do, there was bound to be one.

    Her eyes darted of their own accord to the envelope lying beside her in the passenger seat of the car. The longer Angela stared at it, the more it looked like a ticking time bomb about to explode any second.

    She glanced from the envelope up back up to the red door.

    She didn’t want to go inside. But, she knew she had to.

    Her mother had told her she should talk to Andrew about this, that he deserved to know. She knew her mom was right. That didn't make the task any less difficult.

    Leaning over the seat, she grasped the little white envelope and stuffed it into her purse. She felt as though she was hiding a shameful secret. Then she realized, with a chuckle, that was exactly what she’d been doing.

    Well, it wouldn’t remain a secret much longer.

    Silently she closed her eyes and sent up a quick prayer.

    God, she thought. Please give me the courage I need. Please allow me to tell my husband what I need to do.

    She opened her eyes and looked into the small, rearview mirror. She didn't feel much better. To be honest, she hardly ever did after she prayed. She never felt the sense of calm that her dad reported feeling. She never felt the sense of assurance her mother experienced. To tell the truth, after what had happened one year ago, it was difficult for her to believe

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