Waiting For Morning (#01 in Forever Faithful Series)
: "I'm afraid there's been a car accident..." As Hannah Ryan waits for her family to return home from a camping trip, she realizes she has everything going for her-a husband other women admire, two charming teenage daughters,...
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"I'm afraid there's been a car accident..."
As Hannah Ryan waits for her family to return home from a camping trip, she realizes she has everything going for her-a husband other women admire, two charming teenage daughters, and a loving Christian home. As the sunny afternoon turns into twilight, her uneasiness grows along with the shadows. Then a car pulls into Hannah's driveway, bringing two police officers...and devastating news that shatters her life forever.
In the days that follow, Hannah struggles with unspeakable feelings of sorrow and rage-feelings that fuse into one chilling purpose for living: revenge against Brian Wesley, the drunk driver who has caused all her pain.
In her fury, Hannah shuts the Lord out of her life. She's determined not to forgive Wesley or the God who allowed this tragedy to happen. Can two caring people help Hannah rediscover her faith...before bitterness destroys her?
Karen Kingsbury is America's favorite inspirational novelist with over 5 million books in print. Her Life-Changing Fiction has produced multiple bestsellers including Even Now, One Tuesday Morning, Beyond Tuesday Morning, and the popular Redemption Series. An award-winning author and newly published songwriter, Karen has had several movies optioned for production and her Christmas novel, Gideon's Gift, is as a major motion picture.
I am in torment within, and in my heart I am disturbed.
They were late and that bothered her.
She had been through a list of likely explanations, any one of which was possible. They&'d stopped for ice cream; they&'d forgotten something back at the campsite; they&'d gotten a later start than usual.
Still Hannah Ryan was uneasy. Horrific images, tragic possibilities threatened to take up residence in her mind, and she struggled fiercely to keep them out.
The afternoon was cooling, so she flipped off the air conditioning and opened windows at either end of the house. A hint of jasmine wafted inside and mingled pleasantly with the pungent scent of Pine-Sol and the warm smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
Minutes passed. Hannah folded two loads of whites, straightened the teal, plaid quilts on both girls&' beds again, and wiped down the Formica kitchen countertop for the third time. Determined to fight the fear welling within her, she wrung the worn, pink sponge and angled it against the tiled wall. More air that way, less mildew. She rearranged the cookies on a pretty crystal platter, straightened a stac