becomes one of my deputy marshals, his desire is to help make this area a safe and peaceful place for all who live here.”
“Yes!” Paul said in a loud whisper.
“Also, dear Lord, Paul, Ginny, Meggie, and I want to thank You that in answer to prayer, our precious one will indeed go back to work at the hospital on November fifth.”
“Yes, thank You, Lord!” Paul, Ginny, and Meggie all spoke the same words together.
John said, “Bless this precious family of mine, Lord. You know I trust You to keep them in Your loving care. In Jesus’ blessed name I pray, amen.”
A chorus of “amens” followed from John’s family as they gathered around him, and Breanna tenderly squeezed his hand.
On Monday, November 5, just before dawn, John Brockman was awakened when he felt movement next to him. It was Breanna rising from the bed. He opened his eyes and stared at her shadowed form. “Sweetheart, are you all right?”
“Sure am!” Breanna slipped into her robe. “I’m just so excited about getting to go back to my job at the hospital.” She took a deep breath. “You stay right here and rest, my darling husband. I’ve got to get ready now so I can eat breakfast with you and the children and we can be ready when Annabeth arrives to take the children to school on our way to the hospital.”
John yawned and sat up. “I’ll go ahead and get up too. You can get dressed and fixed up here in the bedroom while I shave and comb my hair in the bathroom.”
Breanna smiled. “Whatever you say, honey.”
As John left the bedroom, Breanna moved to the large mirror on the wall, took a hairbrush from the dresser, and brushed her long blond hair. She bound it in a bun at the nape of her neck, then went to the closet and took one of her white nurse’sdresses off a hanger. She inspected it closely and said to the empty room, “Looks like it’s in order.”
She removed the robe, slipped on the dress, and fastened the row of buttons on the bodice. Then opening a dresser drawer, she took out one of her nursing caps and inspected it as she had the dress. She placed the cap on her head and turned about in front of the mirror. “Well, it looks like nurse Breanna Brockman is ready to go to work.”
Leaving the bedroom, Breanna moved down the hall. Unaware that John had already awakened the children and gotten the girls cooking breakfast, she descended the stairs, carefully holding onto the banister. When she entered the kitchen, John and Paul were sitting at the table while Ginny was placing a platter of hot pancakes on the table and Meggie was pouring hot coffee into cups for her parents.
“Oh, Mama!” Ginny exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you in your nurse’s clothes again!” A small frown lined her brow. “Are you sure you feel up to going back to work?”
Breanna smiled at her. “At this moment, I feel perfectly capable of going back to work, sweetie. A few hours from now, I may not be so sure, but I need to get started sometime, so today is the day.”
“Just don’t forget to rest a little bit between jobs,” John said.
“Oh, I’ll do that, honey.” She smiled at him.
When breakfast was over, John kissed Breanna and the girls and hugged Paul. Then he quickly went out, hopped on Blackie, and rode away, heading toward Denver to begin a busy day at work.
Annabeth Langford arrived some twenty minutes later. Paul helped his mother into the buggy, and when he and his sisters were aboard, Annabeth put the horse into motion.
Paul and his sisters were delivered to their schools; then Annabeth happily drove to the hospital, thrilled to be taking Breanna with her for the first day of work since her injury.
As they pulled up into the parking lot of Mile High Hospital, Annabeth looked at Breanna. “Hear me now. At the first sign of fatigue, you speak up loud and clear, and someone will relieve you.”
“Yes ma’am,” Breanna replied with a smile gracing her face.
When Breanna entered the office of her boss
“Yes!” Paul said in a loud whisper.
“Also, dear Lord, Paul, Ginny, Meggie, and I want to thank You that in answer to prayer, our precious one will indeed go back to work at the hospital on November fifth.”
“Yes, thank You, Lord!” Paul, Ginny, and Meggie all spoke the same words together.
John said, “Bless this precious family of mine, Lord. You know I trust You to keep them in Your loving care. In Jesus’ blessed name I pray, amen.”
A chorus of “amens” followed from John’s family as they gathered around him, and Breanna tenderly squeezed his hand.
On Monday, November 5, just before dawn, John Brockman was awakened when he felt movement next to him. It was Breanna rising from the bed. He opened his eyes and stared at her shadowed form. “Sweetheart, are you all right?”
“Sure am!” Breanna slipped into her robe. “I’m just so excited about getting to go back to my job at the hospital.” She took a deep breath. “You stay right here and rest, my darling husband. I’ve got to get ready now so I can eat breakfast with you and the children and we can be ready when Annabeth arrives to take the children to school on our way to the hospital.”
John yawned and sat up. “I’ll go ahead and get up too. You can get dressed and fixed up here in the bedroom while I shave and comb my hair in the bathroom.”
Breanna smiled. “Whatever you say, honey.”
As John left the bedroom, Breanna moved to the large mirror on the wall, took a hairbrush from the dresser, and brushed her long blond hair. She bound it in a bun at the nape of her neck, then went to the closet and took one of her white nurse’sdresses off a hanger. She inspected it closely and said to the empty room, “Looks like it’s in order.”
She removed the robe, slipped on the dress, and fastened the row of buttons on the bodice. Then opening a dresser drawer, she took out one of her nursing caps and inspected it as she had the dress. She placed the cap on her head and turned about in front of the mirror. “Well, it looks like nurse Breanna Brockman is ready to go to work.”
Leaving the bedroom, Breanna moved down the hall. Unaware that John had already awakened the children and gotten the girls cooking breakfast, she descended the stairs, carefully holding onto the banister. When she entered the kitchen, John and Paul were sitting at the table while Ginny was placing a platter of hot pancakes on the table and Meggie was pouring hot coffee into cups for her parents.
“Oh, Mama!” Ginny exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you in your nurse’s clothes again!” A small frown lined her brow. “Are you sure you feel up to going back to work?”
Breanna smiled at her. “At this moment, I feel perfectly capable of going back to work, sweetie. A few hours from now, I may not be so sure, but I need to get started sometime, so today is the day.”
“Just don’t forget to rest a little bit between jobs,” John said.
“Oh, I’ll do that, honey.” She smiled at him.
When breakfast was over, John kissed Breanna and the girls and hugged Paul. Then he quickly went out, hopped on Blackie, and rode away, heading toward Denver to begin a busy day at work.
Annabeth Langford arrived some twenty minutes later. Paul helped his mother into the buggy, and when he and his sisters were aboard, Annabeth put the horse into motion.
Paul and his sisters were delivered to their schools; then Annabeth happily drove to the hospital, thrilled to be taking Breanna with her for the first day of work since her injury.
As they pulled up into the parking lot of Mile High Hospital, Annabeth looked at Breanna. “Hear me now. At the first sign of fatigue, you speak up loud and clear, and someone will relieve you.”
“Yes ma’am,” Breanna replied with a smile gracing her face.
When Breanna entered the office of her boss
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