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“The Lord brought us together, Carla,”
Kyle told her. “I don’t know what He has planned for the two of us, but that’s where faith and trust come in, you know.”
“If only I could be as sure as you are, if only I could feel as though—”
“It’s forgiven,” he interrupted her. “It’s forgotten. That’s the answer. Take ahold of it, hold it tight to you. Our faith stands or falls on forgiveness bestowed upon us by a holy God.”
“But you have no idea, Kyle, of my past…all that I’ve done,” she whispered.
“Quiet, Carla,” he soothed her softly. “As far as I’m concerned, it didn’t.”
“But it’s true. You can’t pretend—”
“It’s not pretense at all,” he told her, showing as much patience as he could muster. “When God forgives our sin, He isn’t pretending. As far as He is concerned, none of it exists. It’s been washed away.”
ROGER ELWOOD
is a bestselling author in the Christian book market with over twenty titles to his credit. He has won twelve awards for Best Book of the Year from the Excellence in Media Association. Roger has also been named as a finalist for the ECPA Golden Medallion Award. The trade editions of his bestselling Angelwalk series have sold nearly a half million copies to date, and each of the four titles has appeared in top positions on the CBA bestseller lists.
Formerly a resident of the East Coast, Roger now lives in Agoura Hills, California.
Promises
Roger Elwood
“…weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”
—Psalms 30:5
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
Victor Hugo
With some nervousness, Carla Gearhart glanced at herself in the makeup mirror which was ringed its entire circumference by soft-ray bulbs that provided light but little glare, and illuminated every part of her face. A long time had passed since she dared to examine her reflection in this manner, afraid that she would look so weary, so prematurely aged that no amount of makeup would compensate. Yet she realized that, somehow, she actually seemed younger than she had just two years before.
That fact was why she continued to stare at the image as it really was and yet questioned whether she was simply deceiving herself, precisely