My new release opens with Lydia Fisher staring at the run-down property she helps to run, and considering the effects of the recent floods.
Lydia Fisher pulled her sweater around her shoulders and sank down on the top step of the last cabin as the sun set along Pebble Creek. The waters had begun to recede from last week’s rains, but the creek still pushed at its banks—running swiftly past the Plain Cabins and not pausing to consider her worries.
Debris from the flooding reached to the bottom step of cabin twelve. She could have reached out and nudged it with the toe of her shoe. Fortunately, the water hadn’t made it into the small cottages.
Only two days ago she’d stood at the office window and watched as the waters had crept closer to the picturesque buildings nestled along the creek—watched and prayed.
So many times when we suffer through a natural disaster, we ask WHY? I think it’s a natural question. I believe God understands our frustration and anger and sadness when we struggle through these times. In this story, for Lydia, that flood is a beginning, not an end.
Can you testify to a similar event in your life?
p.s. – A Home for Lydia is now available in both paperback and ebook from all distributors.