Reader,
Grief hits us all in ways unique to each of us. A loss in the family is handled differently by each person.
In this book, Shauntelle was dealing with several varieties of grief. The loss of her husband, followed by the loss of her brother. On top of that, she was living with her parents, who were dealing with their own grief. When Noah comes to town, she has an easy target for the anger portion of grief that is often woven into sorrow.
Noah is struggling with his own guilt over the death of Shauntelle’s brother, and seeing Shauntelle and her family’s reaction to his presence in town only underscores that guilt. He didn’t really want to come back to town, but obligation and the need to see his mother brought him there.
However, Noah has his own past and his own pain to deal with. His sorrow is connected to dark memories, hard work and a bad relationship with his father. He has to learn to separate past from present, which is the same lesson that Shauntelle and her family have to learn.
I hope you enjoyed reading the journey of Noah and Shauntelle as they learn to place their life in God’s hands. As they learn to accept healing from the past. As they go forward into a new future together.
This is the last of the Cedar Ridge stories, and I hope you enjoyed your time here.
If you want to find out more about my books, check out my website at carolyneaarsen.com, plus you can write me any time at [email protected]. I love to hear from my readers!
Blessings,
Carolyne
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow,
nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away.
—Revelation 21:4
For my beloved father,
whose life was a reflection of his faith.
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That did not sound good.
Shauntelle’s hands tightened on the steering wheel of her car as the engine’s whining grew louder. She eased off the gas and the ominous racket quieted, but as soon as she accelerated, it got worse.
Definitely not good.
“What’s that noise?” Millie called out from the back seat of the car.
“I think it’s the sound of trouble,” Shauntelle muttered.
And that’s when smoke streamed out from under the hood.
Shauntelle braked, pulling over as far as she dared to the side of the road as the cloud grew. The scent of coolant leaking assaulted her nose.
