Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
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Epilogue
Acknowledgements
A Devotional Moment
Thank you
You Can Help!
God Can Help!
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Forgiving Tess
Kimberly M. Miller
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Forgiving Tess
COPYRIGHT 2018 by Kimberly M. Miller
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Dedication
For Mom and Dad
1
For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light.
Ephesians 5:8
The doors squeaked open and Tess Carson stepped outside where a wave of heat hit hard, making her want to dive back into the air-conditioned safety of the bus. She wondered whether her skin was melting already as sweat trickled down her arm and dripped onto the pavement.
Tess was annoyed at everything and yet trying desperately not to be. The trouble was that her life, the humidity, the stiff-backed bus seats, and especially Uncle Stu—who’d dragged her along on this mission trip—seemed bent on reminding her of all that continued to war against her. It was the first time she’d been away from Maple Ridge in nearly two years and she wasn’t sure she was ready. Not that she was given a choice. Uncle Stu made sure she was coming along; otherwise, he promised he wouldn’t bail her out again.
And she believed him.
“Come on, let’s get settled.” Uncle Stu walked by, his backpack shouldered on one side of his body. He wasn’t a tall man, but his presence made up for it. He was kind, firm, and lately the only person remaining who was willing to give his niece another chance.
Tess drew a deep breath, certain her hair was rapidly turning to thick and unruly frizz in the humidity. As if she cared what anyone thought of her appearance anymore.
“I still don’t get why you hate me,” Tess muttered as she tugged her backpack higher on her shoulder. While she didn’t care that she’d left a majority of her minimal wardrobe at home, it did bother her that this pit stop after graduation from nursing school meant she was forced to wait even longer to begin applying for work that would take her away from trouble, and into the rest of her life.
It was a move she needed desperately.
“That’s not how you change, Mouthy,” Uncle Stu said, using his nickname for her—one, he insisted, she deserved.
Humph. Tess never cared much for Uncle Stu’s wisdom, no matter how right he always was.
“I can change without frying to death.”
Stu glanced at the group of people from his church who volunteered to go from Pennsylvania to the small town near Cocoa Beach to help rebuild a youth center for their sister church there. Tess slowly followed him toward the bunkhouse.
“You won’t fry to death,” he muttered. “And I’d stop complaining. Nearly everyone else took time from work—some of them vacation time that they could be spending lying on a beach instead of working near one.”
Tess searched her uncle’s deep brown eyes and nodded. Everyone else danced around the subject instead of getting to it, but not Stu. He’d told Tess the truth and refused to hold back even when it was hard.
Maybe that was why she trusted him.
“You’re right. I’m working on it. I promise.”
Stu nodded and reached out to give her a big hug. “Love you, kid. Come on.” He started walking toward the large building. They’d arrived at a church campus that wasn’t far from the church they’d come to help rebuild from the aftermath of a tropical storm. The neighboring congregation offered to allow the use of its activities building to feed the workers, who would sleep in bunkhouses that were situated behind the main church building. Since it was only a short walk to where they’d be working, it was a great set up.
Tess followed her uncle until she realized she’d left a bag in the cargo hold of the bus. “I’ll catch up,” she said. “I forgot the extra Bibles.”
Stu nodded and kept going as Tess turned and ran back to the bus where several members of the team were divvying up their luggage. She hung back, waiting for a chance to grab her bag. She wasn’t likely to make friends with many of the people on the trip, which was better anyway. Tess burned a lot of bridges in the last few years, and making amends was difficult. Besides, if she didn’t make friends, there would be no problem keeping them.
“Need a hand?” a deep voice asked behind her.
Tess turned and found herself facing a broad chest. She raised her head and was stunned to find the familiar blue eyes of her childhood friend, Joshua Thorne, a man she hadn’t seen in over twelve years. What was he doing here? Tess blinked rapidly as her knees went weak. She drew a breath in an effort to find strength. Inwardly she groaned. Those distracting dimples were even sweeter now.
Josh had lived next door to Tess and her family for seven years of their childhood, and he’d been best friends with Tess’s brother, Brody. The boys played on softball and basketball teams together—and of course a little football too, while Tess, who was five years younger, trailed after them trying to keep up. But the friendship was so much more. They’d hung out together. And if there was anything to be said about kids, the real learning and bonding took place in those moments when they were doing nothing. That was when they were doing everything.
In a flash, Tess remembered that his birthday was August tenth, he loved her grandmother’s blueberry muffins, and he hated when Tess taunted him about his terrible pitching record from his sophomore year. All in all, not bad for not having dreamt of him in so long. There was a time when he entered her dreams every single night.
Tess’s mouth opened but she was unable to form any words. Instead she stared up at him stupidly, thinking that he’d gotten even more handsome since he left—when he was eighteen and heading to colleg
e and she was mourning the loss of the guy she was certain would one day be her husband. He’d been a cocky boy, followed by a gaggle of giggling girls who were certain he was in love with them all. It made Tess so jealous that she’d gotten into more trouble than she wanted to remember ruining his dates, as only a smitten teenage girl could. Tess worked to say something, cursing herself that the words still refused to emerge.
Surely Uncle Stu knew about this. Why hadn’t he warned her?
“Um, hi…” she said weakly.
“I’m guessing Stu didn’t tell you this is my church?” Josh asked with a smile.
Tess shook her head. Why did it appear as if he’d walked straight off a movie set? She swallowed hard, now wishing her hair didn’t look like she’d taken a bath with her toaster.
“He…didn’t mention it,” she said softly. Josh nodded as Tess turned to grab her bag, glad for the distraction. Her childish love for him was the stuff embarrassment was made of—complete with foolish, homemade gifts and ridiculous gestures. Surely he remembered it all as well as she did. Her stomach tied itself in knots as image after image of her pranks played in her mind. It was pointless to hope he’d forgotten. Reluctantly, Tess turned back to find he was still smiling.
“You look great,” he said, eyes twinkling.
So, he was a liar. At least he wasn’t completely perfect. There was some solace in that. Tess shook her head. Had he grown after he left for college? Staring up at him was giving her a painful neck cramp. “Your dimples look great too,” she said, cursing herself when Josh laughed. She blew a stray piece of hair from her eyes and continued, hoping he would be distracted. Maybe a flash hurricane would make something fall on her. “Wait,” Tess rambled. “I mean, you go to church here?”
“Kind of. I’m the youth pastor.”
Tess’s stomach sank. Another score for him and another strike for her. “Youth pastor? Wow. Congratulations, that’s…impressive,” she said awkwardly. “Um…yeah. So, I better go. I’m sure I’ll catch you later.” Tess started to walk away.
Josh took her arm and swung her back around, and she nearly dropped the Bibles she was holding. He grabbed them to steady her. “Hey! We got a lot of catching up to do.” Josh kept hold of her elbow.
Tess prayed he’d let go and she could melt into the pavement.
Instead, he steered her past a group of girls who were wearing matching green t-shirts, probably members of his youth group. They watched Josh territorially before turning back to each other with whispers and giggles. They’d made themselves comfortable at a picnic table and seemed uninterested in moving. “You girls could help the team with the luggage.” Josh called over his shoulder. “Clarissa…Lydia…Taylor…Lila… get a move on.”
The girls scrambled off the picnic table and went to the remaining ministry members who were struggling with various items.
“You sure do have a way with them,” Tess said as he led her into a tiny office and closed the door.
Where did Uncle Stu go?
Tess gulped as she drank in the walls, covered in sports memorabilia and pictures of Josh and his family, as well as a few that included Tess, her brother Brody, and even their parents. She peeked up at Josh and smiled, aware that there wasn’t one picture of him with anyone who could be mistaken for a wife, fiancée, or girlfriend. Interesting. None of her business. But, interesting. “Um…what’s up?” Tess asked, reminding herself that she was a grown woman, not a kid sick with puppy-love.
Josh pulled her into a hug. “I can’t believe you’re here. Stu said you were coming but I asked him not to say anything, so it would be a surprise.” He stepped back, his hands still on her shoulders. “So, surprise!”
He smelled amazing. Tess wondered if it was possible for her entire body to be on fire. Or maybe she was getting a glimpse of what hell was actually like. Although she was certain of her salvation, it never hurt to be reminded of how far she’d come. “Yeah…” Tess tried to sound cheerful as she watched Josh go behind the desk and flop into his chair as if exhausted and relieved all at the same time.
He was still grinning. Would it kill him to stow the dimples for a while?
“Please sit,” he said. “I’ve been so excited you were coming that I hardly slept.”
“Really? You were that excited about me?” Now Tess smiled as she lowered into a worn chair and tried to wrap her mind around what he’d said. She’d spent years pining for him. Granted, back then things couldn’t possibly have worked out. The words he’d spoken were ones she once longed for, but likely ones that were based on his idealized view of a childhood that long since passed them both.
Surely, she could hold him at a distance and run away before he discovered all the ways she was no longer an innocent child.
Tess squirmed while Josh continued staring at her, grinning goofily. She drew a deep breath and tried to assess the situation. There were a few options. She could run and hide, hitch her way back home, and be gone to who-knows-where before Uncle Stu even got back. But of course that meant when Stu did find her—and Tess was sure he would eventually—he’d wring her neck and disown her. Since he was the only family left who still had any faith in her, that plan wouldn’t work.
Of course, Tess could simply tell Josh everything and get on with it. Although it might embarrass him, at least Tess wouldn’t have to lie. And that was exactly what she might do if this sickeningly sweet reunion continued.
With a smile that could win her an Oscar, Tess met Josh’s eyes and decided to ignore the problem entirely. She was going back home when her work on the youth center was complete, and Josh would be staying in Florida. They’d never see each other again, or at least not for a long time, preferably after Tess moved as far away as possible and Josh and the rest of the world forgot about her so she could start her life over.
“It’s great to see you, Jed. But it sure is a…surprise.” Her childhood nickname for him slipped out so easily Tess hoped he didn’t catch it.
Josh laughed. “No one’s called me that in a long time, Tornado,” he said with a wink.
Tess blushed. Josh often called her a ‘pig-tailed tornado’ when she’d made yet another mess he and Brody were forced to clean up. It was one more reason she’d fallen hard for him. Well, that’s what her childish brain concluded anyway.
“And no one calls me tornado either.” Even if they still thought of her that way. She glanced around his office. “Listen, this is great and I do want to catch up but shouldn’t we get back? I need to give someone these Bibles, and isn’t there a barbecue?”
“Oh!” Josh stood quickly. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He took the Bibles from her and set them on a chair nearby. “I’ll take care of these,” he said. “Come on. You must be hungry.”
“It’s not that…” Tess said. “I figured you’d need to work.” She didn’t understand what went into being a youth pastor, but she was certain it didn’t include reminiscing with your old friends while the team that came to help you re-build a youth center waited for dinner.
Josh smiled and Tess warmed again, blaming the heat on embarrassment.
“You’re right,” he said. “How ‘bout we eat, and once things quiet down you and I can slip away for a cherry ice cream cone? There’s a great place not far from here.”
Against her better judgment, Tess nodded. She never could turn down cherry ice cream. “Sure. I’ll harass you in private.” Where did that come from? Already she was flirting with him? Tess mentally kicked herself while Josh chuckled.
“Great. I can’t wait to find out what you’ve been up to, and Brody…your grandma.” Josh opened the office door. “Let’s go get you some food so you don’t faint. I’ll bug you for information later.”
Tess smiled and nodded as she slipped out of his office. “Yeah. Let’s go get dinner,” she muttered.
2
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
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br /> Psalm 27: 1
Josh was certain he’d lost his mind the minute Tess arrived. He’d acted like a complete idiot lacking any self-control. How many times did he insist on tripping over himself before she gave him the kick he deserved? He wished Stu warned him.
The pig-tailed tornado with skinned knees and a sassy attitude was a stunning, grown-up, full-fledged woman. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t expect it when he heard she was coming, but it never once occurred to him.
Josh shook his head as he walked with Tess toward the activities building where much of the team was already making themselves at home with plates full of barbecue chicken and cheesy potatoes. While it smelled wonderful, Josh barely noticed. He couldn’t manage to think straight as he desperately tried to quit staring at the beautiful woman who was walking beside him.
Sure, he’d expected Tess to grow up, maybe into a bigger version of the child who’d caused so much trouble. But to find she’d become the exact representation of everything he’d ever found to be attractive seemed astoundingly unfair. Her dark hair fell in graceful waves around her neck where it didn’t quite want to stay up in the makeshift bun she’d swirled it into on top of her head. And her eyes…Josh couldn’t help but stare. They were deep brown pools of chocolate he could get lost in. And when she smiled Josh’s heart skipped. That never happened before with anyone else.
Why would God blindside him this way when all he’d wanted to do was reminisce over old times and make a connection back to the only community that ever made him think he was home? This was definitely not part of his plan. But of course, God was aware this was coming. And what’s more, Josh was now certain that God had a sense of humor.
“I’ll get Uncle Stu.” Tess’s voice shocked Josh into remembering he was still standing right next to her. His cheeks grew warm, but he hoped she didn’t notice.
“Sure. We’ll catch up later.”
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