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“I’m not leaving you to travel through Mexico by yourself.”
The very idea made Owen’s blood pressure rise.
Bernadette patted his hand. “You’re such a gentleman, but I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I’ve traveled to other foreign countries alone, my Spanish is fluent and I’m familiar with the culture. I’ll really be safer without–”
“No, you would not be safer without me!” Owen protested. “Let’s have this out once and for all. You claim to be so good at interpreting men. Did you not see the way that federale was looking at you?” He leaned in, nose to nose. “You. Are. Stuck. With. Me. Period.”
THE TEXAS GATEKEEPERS:
Protecting the borders…and the women they love
ELIZABETH WHITE
A native Mississippian, Elizabeth White now lives on the Alabama Gulf Coast with her minister husband, two teenagers and a Boston terrier named Angel. Beth plays flute and pennywhistle in church orchestra, teaches second-grade Sunday school, and—as an occasional diversion from writing—paints portraits in chalk pastel. Creating stories of faith, in which a man and woman fall in love with each other and Jesus, is her passion and source of personal spiritual growth. She is always thrilled to hear from readers c/o Steeple Hill Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY, 10279 or on the Web at www.elizabethwhite.net.
On Wings of Deliverance
Elizabeth White
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I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to Him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.
—Psalms 34:4–5
To Mary Ann,
who has prayed faithfully for this story.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to express my gratitude to fellow author Jane Meyers Perrine, who translated my Spanish when she had her own stories to write. ¡Gracias!
Appreciation also goes to Karen M. Wise, whose entertaining and often funny Internet journal of her bus adventure through central Mexico enriched my story with details. Great pictures!
Thanks to my children who put up with me during marathon writing sessions. And to my husband, who came through with great ideas and encouragement when I needed it—all I can say is I love you!
Dear Reader,
Writing Bernadette and Owen’s love story has been a soul journey for me. Over the years I have counseled so many Christian women who struggle with issues of shame and condemnation—remnants of an old life before Christ came in. Words never seem to come to me in the right way when I listen to such heartaches, doubts and fears. My natural response is to write a story to illustrate how God deals with our stumbles.
Bernadette is a character who has begged me to complete her story for years. She was outwardly strong and full of faith, but full of inner feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness. The process of creating for her a hero whom God would use to heal those doubts was eminently satisfying. Owen is to me a picture of God’s agape unconditional love.
The Bible, of course, is full of word pictures of lives transformed by grace. Rahab. Mary Magdalene. The Samaritan woman at the well. It’s amazing how we can know “in our heads” that Jesus washes us clean when we come to Him—and then still act in fear. I hope you’ll go to the Bible to reread these wonderful stories, and discover anew the hope available in Jesus!
Blessings,
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
ONE
Yucatán Peninsula, Mexico
“So there I am, all fat, dumb and happy—” Owen Carmichael ducked under the Cessna to check the propeller mechanism “—when my bird’s engine goes out and I see the ground coming at me like a pie in the face.”
Kyle Garrett, the fifteen-year-old missionary kid helping Owen with preflight inspection, gently set down the sand crab he’d been playing with. “So what’d you do?” His freckled face was alive with curiosity.
“About fifty feet off the ground, I pull the nose up real quick, like you rein in a horse. Hand me that wrench, would you?” Owen gestured toward the tool chest sitting on the sand near the boy’s feet. “Then I adjust in the opposite direction so the tail won’t slam into the ground. The wind creates enough lift on the blades to slow the landing.”
“Man, that’s so cool that you can fly a chopper and a plane.” Kyle squatted under the wing to watch Owen work. “I’m gonna take flying lessons when
