Secretly Yours: A Christian Valentine's Day Romance (Riverbend Romance Novella Book 1) by Valerie Comer Page B
Authors: Valerie Comer
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reached for the phone. A moment later a low whistle slid out. “Wow. That’s cool. That’s talking about God?”
“Yeah.” Lindsey looked at her sister. “I’d kind of forgotten how much He loves me. I mean, I remember the whole He-died-for-me thing, but that’s almost cliché by now, you know? It doesn’t make sense, but I can think about that without my heart melting. It’s like, universal. He loved everybody. Dying for us was His job.”
Madison’s face was unreadable.
She was bungling this. “I’m not trying to make light of salvation. It’s really important and, yes, it shows God’s love for us. What’s that verse? God isn’t willing that any should perish?”
The phone turned itself off, and Madison pushed the button to read the words again. “But this is different. It seems more romantic.”
If her sister hadn’t ever heard of the Song of Solomon, Lindsey wasn’t about to educate her. At least not today. She still remembered the day she’d accidentally found it. She couldn’t believe that was in the Bible.
Hmm. Maybe she should read it again. Lindsey glanced at the little devotional. Would this book take her there? A woman beloved of God. It was possible.
But first, a pedicure with Madison. A way for a teen to feel beloved by her sister.
Chapter 12
Nick sat in his church office with nothing to do. Well, that wasn’t entirely correct, but plans for the Valentine’s banquet didn’t require any immediate attention.
All the tickets had been sold. Every last one of them, filling the missions trip coffers in time to buy everyone’s plane tickets.
The guitarists in the youth worship band had been practicing and sounded great. The decorations committee had come up with a plan and bought all their supplies.
Jared had the drama production under control, or so he said. Nick didn’t even know what the play was about other than what was listed on the posters. He’d caught Pastor Davis coming out of the practice space half an hour ago. The senior pastor had chuckled and said Jared’s group was going to bring the house down. Told him not to worry about it.
Just the fact everyone told him not to worry about it made him suspicious, but that was ridiculous. Why would Jared be trying to pull a fast one? Nick wasn’t that important, and what was there to tell? Nothing.
Nothing to tell. Time seemed to have stalled from Saturday morning to Tuesday afternoon. He’d sent a gift book yesterday, and of course hadn’t heard anything about it.
Had he been dumb to do the secret admirer thing? Was it too juvenile? How long would he keep it up if she didn’t respond? He’d told Jared he’d waited ten years, what was a little longer, but it seemed longer. Harder.
Those Friday evening kisses. Man, he’d been crazy. Crazy for her. He hadn’t imagined her response. She’d been kissing him, too.
Nick rested his forehead against the heel of his hand. “Father God? It’s me again. Talking about Lindsey again. I hope You know what You’re doing here, Lord. It’s not looking really good right now. Why couldn’t You have gotten her out of my head sometime in the past decade if this was not to be? Why wait until now to crush me?”
As if God didn’t have anything more important in the universe to micromanage. Hadn’t God promised to give him his heart’s desire if he was truly yielded to God? But he was. He had been. Over and over he’d laid this at Jesus’ feet.
Had he ever read Psalm 37:4 from The Voice ? He grabbed the worn paperback from his shelf and thumbed it open.
Take great joy in the Eternal! His gifts are coming, and they are all your heart desires!
All his heart desired. What was that? Was it to make Lindsey his wife? Yes, but it was more. It was to accept whatever gifts God gave him. He simply needed to take deep joy in God.
“Lord, thank You for the reminder that my joy isn’t found in any earthly circumstance, but through You. Your love. Your gift. It’s all I
“Yeah.” Lindsey looked at her sister. “I’d kind of forgotten how much He loves me. I mean, I remember the whole He-died-for-me thing, but that’s almost cliché by now, you know? It doesn’t make sense, but I can think about that without my heart melting. It’s like, universal. He loved everybody. Dying for us was His job.”
Madison’s face was unreadable.
She was bungling this. “I’m not trying to make light of salvation. It’s really important and, yes, it shows God’s love for us. What’s that verse? God isn’t willing that any should perish?”
The phone turned itself off, and Madison pushed the button to read the words again. “But this is different. It seems more romantic.”
If her sister hadn’t ever heard of the Song of Solomon, Lindsey wasn’t about to educate her. At least not today. She still remembered the day she’d accidentally found it. She couldn’t believe that was in the Bible.
Hmm. Maybe she should read it again. Lindsey glanced at the little devotional. Would this book take her there? A woman beloved of God. It was possible.
But first, a pedicure with Madison. A way for a teen to feel beloved by her sister.
Chapter 12
Nick sat in his church office with nothing to do. Well, that wasn’t entirely correct, but plans for the Valentine’s banquet didn’t require any immediate attention.
All the tickets had been sold. Every last one of them, filling the missions trip coffers in time to buy everyone’s plane tickets.
The guitarists in the youth worship band had been practicing and sounded great. The decorations committee had come up with a plan and bought all their supplies.
Jared had the drama production under control, or so he said. Nick didn’t even know what the play was about other than what was listed on the posters. He’d caught Pastor Davis coming out of the practice space half an hour ago. The senior pastor had chuckled and said Jared’s group was going to bring the house down. Told him not to worry about it.
Just the fact everyone told him not to worry about it made him suspicious, but that was ridiculous. Why would Jared be trying to pull a fast one? Nick wasn’t that important, and what was there to tell? Nothing.
Nothing to tell. Time seemed to have stalled from Saturday morning to Tuesday afternoon. He’d sent a gift book yesterday, and of course hadn’t heard anything about it.
Had he been dumb to do the secret admirer thing? Was it too juvenile? How long would he keep it up if she didn’t respond? He’d told Jared he’d waited ten years, what was a little longer, but it seemed longer. Harder.
Those Friday evening kisses. Man, he’d been crazy. Crazy for her. He hadn’t imagined her response. She’d been kissing him, too.
Nick rested his forehead against the heel of his hand. “Father God? It’s me again. Talking about Lindsey again. I hope You know what You’re doing here, Lord. It’s not looking really good right now. Why couldn’t You have gotten her out of my head sometime in the past decade if this was not to be? Why wait until now to crush me?”
As if God didn’t have anything more important in the universe to micromanage. Hadn’t God promised to give him his heart’s desire if he was truly yielded to God? But he was. He had been. Over and over he’d laid this at Jesus’ feet.
Had he ever read Psalm 37:4 from The Voice ? He grabbed the worn paperback from his shelf and thumbed it open.
Take great joy in the Eternal! His gifts are coming, and they are all your heart desires!
All his heart desired. What was that? Was it to make Lindsey his wife? Yes, but it was more. It was to accept whatever gifts God gave him. He simply needed to take deep joy in God.
“Lord, thank You for the reminder that my joy isn’t found in any earthly circumstance, but through You. Your love. Your gift. It’s all I
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