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Prologue

Squirming to relieve her aching back, Sharon continued her drive from San Antonio, Texas to Zephyrhills, Florida. What a way to spend her twenty-first birthday. A new widow, hurt, confused and a tiny bit afraid of her life ahead, she drove bravely on.

I can remember Grandmother McGregor saying, ‘When you find yourself knocked to your knees, you’re in a good position to pray.’ She smiled to herself as she remembered her lovable, feisty Scots Grandmother. Her beloved maternal grandmother had died four years before and was still missed. I’ve sure been knocked to my knees a lot the past few months, and I’ve prayed a lot, but I still am not sure that I’m making the right decision. Guess I’ll just have to keep on keeping on and have a lot of faith and trust. I do trust you, Lord.

Pewter-bottomed clouds didn’t allow much of the blazing sun through while heat covered everything as if it were a thick comforter on a feather bed. Aw gee! More road construction. Someone must have told them I’d be coming through. Trials and tribulations seem to follow me. Stop it, Sharon! You’re getting paranoid.

Sharon breathed a deep sigh and dropped her head against the backrest of the seat. Her aching heart, matching her aching back, brought the past two years to her mind.

She whispered, “Heavenly Father, help me to put the past behind me and make the future strong for me. I still don’t understand how so much evil happened as it did, but I’m so thankful you were there to cushion me. I know that you will take charge and lead me from now on.” She closed her eyes thinking of the past two years.