Ready for the Weekend

Today’s post will be short – I’m so ready for the weekend, but I also have a ton that needs to get done before Sunday night when Awana starts back up.

So in the meantime, I’ll leave you with a little sneak peek from the first page of Love Defined (releases in December)

“So I guess that’s it?” Lead settled in July’s stomach and she leaned her head against the back of the passenger seat and closed her eyes.

Gareth’s fingers closed around hers and squeezed.

“I’m not wrong though, am I?” She cracked open an eye and held his gaze.

He shook his head. “No. Probably not.”

She turned and stared out the window as Gareth backed out of the parking spot and pointed the car toward home. Two more miscarriages. This time twins. Five babies she’d never know this side of heaven and none to hold. Even the ever confident-in-his-ability Dr. DiCola couldn’t honestly recommend they try IVF for a third time. “What now?”

“I think we pray about what’s next. There’s no need to jump into anything.”

Flashes of colorful spring blossoms blurred together as they sped around the Beltway toward home. He was probably right…though the ache in her heart screamed for action. Maybe they should go ahead and try a third time anyway. What could it hurt? July opened her mouth to ask then snapped it shut. There were entirely too many ways it could hurt. Another miscarriage topped that list, followed closely by the stress on their marriage. The expense was nothing to sneeze at either. Their insurance covered some of the costs, but not all. And that assumed Dr. DiCola would agree to work with them.

July blew out a breath. “Can I be honest with you?”

Gareth glanced over, brow knitting. “Always.”

“I’m not…I don’t know how to pray about this.”