If love was enough, April’s husband wouldn’t have been killed just days before his tour of duty was completed.All April has ever asked of God was for Adam’s safe return. Every day she sent up the same request, but now it is the day of Adam’s funeral and she wonders if God ever heard any of those prayers.
In an answer to April’s question of faith, God sends a very special angel. Is love enough? Yes, if it’s God’s love.
The author has rated this book G (all ages).
The skies were still black and the wind was beginning to pick up but it was no longer lightning so it seemed like the rain might hold off for a little while. Maybe they would make it through the burial before heaven released all of its sadness out.
April tucked her windblown hair behind her ears and pulled the jacket up to keep her hair from becoming too tangled. In spite of the tall, wet grass and mud, she walked right up to the edge of the banks of the pond and gazed out over the water. The water was a dark muddy brown and the wind was causing a series of ripples across the usually still surface. A lone dragonfly buzzed past her face and then took off across the water at top speed. Except for the far away moos from the neighbor’s cows, there were no other sounds to be heard.
The longer she stood there, the angrier she became. She had always believed in the power of prayers so she couldn’t understand why God had suddenly quit listening to hers. “I’m here, God. Do you hate me?” She hadn’t intended for her voice come out as a whine. She didn’t want to sound like a petulant child but as someone who was feeling deserted and alone. “I have always tried to be a good person. I don’t understand why you had to take Adam away from me. I asked you every single day to keep him safe. I asked you to bring him back to me. Why did you take him away? Please let it all be a mistake. I can’t do this alone. What do I know about raising a son? Adam would know what to do. He always knew what to do. I need his strength. I need his courage.”
The tears ran unheeded down April’s face and every pain and fear she had been feeling since first hearing of Adam’s death, came out in sobs and pleading to a God she wasn’t certain was listening to her any more. She finally looked at the skies, as if she fully expected God to answer, and when he didn’t she covered her face with both hands and let the tears fall into them. She wept until she was spent and with all of her energy drained she stood there with her face covered until finally coming to the conclusion no one was listening. With this realization she drew in a long breath and wiped the tears away. She pushed the hood back off of her head and glared defiantly out across the pond.
“You’ve deserted me. I don’t know why but you have, but I won’t bother you with anything else. You must be too busy for the likes of me. I apologize for taking up your time.”
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