by Lisa Jordan
She was finally free from the shackles of her old life, thanks to God’s grace and mercy. And Sully’s love. She was so undeserving, but incredibly grateful.
The French doors opened, allowing a burst of noise from the living room to intrude on her quiet, but she didn’t mind.
She expected Mom to come out and check on her, so when Dad stepped out onto the deck carrying a rectangular package wrapped in kraft paper, she was a little surprised.
“Mind if I join you, or would you prefer to be alone?”
She waved a hand to the matching lounger. “Pull up a chair, but don’t expect much of a tan.”
Dad chuckled as he sat on the edge of the chair. He rubbed his hands together and blew into them. “Forecast is calling for a dusting of snow this weekend.”
“Crazy, huh?”
“Hope you don’t plan on staying out here too long.”
“No, not really. Just needed a few quiet minutes.”
“Would you like me to leave you alone?”
“No, stay. Please.”
The lounger creaked as Dad moved into a more comfortable position.
For a moment, silence settled over them like a cozy blanket. Zoe closed her eyes again and listened to a barn owl in one of the high branches.
“Zoe, I have something for you.”
She turned her head and popped open one eye to look at him, but made no move to leave her comfortable spot. “What is it?”
“Open it and find out.” He handed the package to her.
Zoe swung her legs around and sat up, keeping the afghan wrapped tightly around her. The package weighed very little in her hands. She turned it over, slid her finger under the tape and peeled back the brown paper, exposing the back of a stretched canvas and releasing the faint scent of paint.
She flipped the canvas over and gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stared at the painting through a sheen of tears. “Dad...”
The butterfly painting that hung above the fireplace at Agape House. Mon Petit Papillon—My Tiny Butterfly.
Zoe traced the wings of the butterfly. “I was afraid of the butterflies that day, but you promised you’d walk beside me and protect me.”
Clearing his throat, Dad rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his hands together. “I haven’t lived up to that promise, Zoe, and for that I’m sorry.”
Zoe realized he wasn’t talking about that specific day, but in general. “Dad—”
He held up a hand. “Let me finish. I thought I was showing tough love, but I ended up turning my back on you when you needed me most. I can’t go back and undo the choices I’ve made, but I will promise never to abandon or reject you again. I’m sorry.”
Since her return home, Zoe had longed to reestablish her relationship with her dad, especially after seeing the way Sully cared for Ella and Ava. But she knew it would take time, so she didn’t push it. And the reward was sweeter than she could have imagined.
Dad stood and then sat beside her. He reached for her hand. “When you came to Agape House, I was convinced you wouldn’t change because I watched my parents lose the battle with alcohol time and time again. But you’ve proved me wrong. You’ve worked hard to be responsible and trustworthy. I’m so proud of you. I love you.”
A new batch of tears bathed her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. “I love you, too, Dad. Thank you for not giving up on me, even when I was really struggling. I promise never to hurt any of you like that again.”
Dad sniffed, crushed her against his chest and kissed the top of her head. “I know. I believe in you. You know, for a butterfly, struggling is an important part of their growing experience. The struggle is what causes them to develop their wings to fly.”
“I’m definitely ready to fly.”
He released her and picked up the canvas. “I didn’t have it framed because I didn’t know what kind of wood or what color you’d like. Pick out your choice, and I’ll take care of it for you.”
Zoe wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Let’s get out of this cold before we both freeze and see if your mom will let us cut into the pie yet.” He stood and extended a hand.
Zoe grabbed the paper and the painting, then placed her hand in his calloused one, his warmth spreading up her arm, and stood. She wrapped her arms around his waist for another hug, releasing years of longing and soaking in a lifetime of love.
Dad reached for the afghan and settled an arm around her shoulders. He opened the door, and the heat and the lingering scents from dinner smacked them in the face as they left the cold behind and embraced the warmth of family.
* * *
Caleb couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so nervous. Even though he kept his eyes focused on the TV, he couldn’t recall any of the plays. His insides wobbled like Jell-O.
The sliding glass door opened, and Zoe entered with her father. Caleb pushed to his feet. He needed to talk to her now before he lost his nerve.
He reached her and breathed in the scent of fresh air that swirled around her. Cupping her elbow, he leaned close and whispered, “Hey, you got a minute? I need to talk to you about something.”
She frowned. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, most definitely.” More than okay. He nodded toward the door. “Mind if we sit outside for a minute?”
“Sure.”
Caleb opened the door and stepped back for her to pass by. His legs threatened to give out on him. But he could do this. The love he felt for Zoe helped him to know he was making the right decision.
Zoe kept the afghan around her shoulders and leaned against the railing. Her beautiful hair had been piled in a jumble of curls on her head, showcasing her elegant neck.
He jammed his hands into his pockets and wrapped his fingers around the box he’d had for a couple of weeks.
The glow of the full moon fell over her, making her look even more beautiful, if that was possible. He reached out and stroked her cheek with his finger. “You’re beautiful.”
She lowered her eyes as her lips tipped into a smile. “Thanks, you’re not so hard on the eyes yourself. You okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“You seem...I don’t know...a little antsy or something.”
He tried to hide it, but Zoe picked up on everything.
Caleb gathered her chilled hands in his and brushed his thumbs over her fingers, long and delicate. “Zoe, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I know we haven’t been together as a couple that long, but when you came back into my life, I knew God was giving me...giving us a fresh start. Your determination and gentle strength amaze me every day. The love you show my daughters is more than any father could ask for.” He released her hands, reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. Easing down on one knee in front of her, he opened the box.
The moonlight sparkled over the white-gold, princess-cut diamond engagement ring resting in a bed of ivory satin. “I’ve talked to Griffin and the girls. I’ve asked your dad for his blessing. So now, it’s all up to you—Zoe James, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
A hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded. “Yes, Caleb Sullivan, of course.”
He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her trembling finger. Perfect fit. He stood, gathered her in his arms and kissed her. He had finally found a place where he belonged—forever in her heart.
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Read on for an extract from HEART OF A SOLDIER by Belle Calhoune.
Dear Reader
When I pitched the idea of Zoe’s story to my editor, I was quite surprised when she offered me the contract, because Zoe spent time in prison. When I shared that with her, she said, “God can redeem anyone.”
; In Lakeside Redemption, Zoe longs to find redemption from her past shame—her choices took someone’s life. She carries that burden daily. How could God love someone like her? She struggles to embrace God’s amazing love and redemption in spite of her past sins. Caleb longs for a fresh start after his wife walked out on their family and a tragedy at work caused him to lose his partner and his career as he knew it. Zoe and Caleb realize God’s redemption sets them free to explore the new direction He has for their lives.
We all have those dark moments in our lives that may keep us from accepting God’s redeeming grace. Despite our flaws and scars, God loves us unconditionally. He offers us a gift of grace that is ours only for the taking. When we embrace His redemptive grace, we are offered new directions for our lives, too. May you embrace His grace to have the life He’s envisioned for you.
I love to hear from my readers, so visit me at lisajordanbooks.com or email me at [email protected]!
Embracing His grace,
Lisa Jordan
Questions for Discussion
Zoe James and Caleb Sullivan haven’t seen each other since college ten years ago. Their rekindled friendship sparks a deeper relationship. Have you ever become reacquainted with a friend from your past? How did it work out?
Caleb Sullivan lost his wife, his partner and his career. Yet those losses are what gave him the greatest gain—a new life in Christ. Share how a dark time in your life brought you closer to Christ.
Zoe longs to be the kind of mother her son deserves. What piece of advice would you offer Zoe?
Caleb and his daughters adopt Riley from Canine Companions. Have you ever adopted a pet from a shelter? How did it work out for you?
Zoe loves animals. She feels training dogs is her superpower. What is your superpower? What are you good at doing?
When Caleb learns about Zoe’s past, he’s conflicted. After all, his wife was an alcoholic who chose the bottle over her family. Share a time when you were conflicted about a difficult situation and how you solved it.
Zoe’s relationship with her dad is shaky. He said he forgave her, but she wonders if he really feels it in his heart where it matters. Have you struggled with a relationship with a loved one? How did you work it out?
Zoe’s friend Gina struggles after leaving Agape House. She feels her old friends offer her more grace than the people in her church. Why do you think that is?
Griffin wants to live with his mom and be a real family. What is your definition of a “real family”?
After Zoe’s arrest, she wants to leave town because she feels trapped. Have you ever felt trapped where you live? What advice would you have for Zoe?
Caleb is a cop who has fallen in love with an ex-convict. He struggles with what others will think, but then realizes that’s in her past. God’s grace redeems us from past shames. Share how God’s grace has enabled you to move on from your past shames.
Zoe has a lot to be thankful for—a healed relationship with her dad, a man who loves her in spite of her past and a new blended family. What are you most thankful for?
Chapter One
West Falls, Texas
Holly Lynch quickly made her way to the mailbox, parking her wheelchair next to it so she could scoop the mail out and place it in her lap. Once she’d dumped the mail onto her skirt, she riffled through it, a smile lighting up her face as she saw the familiar handwriting. She ripped the envelope open with her finger, pulling the crisp stationery out and lifting it to her nose to inhale the aroma. She closed her eyes and breathed in the woodsy, spicy scent. She imagined Dylan Hart smelled just like this piece of stationery, as clean and fresh as a pine tree. A photo fell out of the letter, landing on her lap, faceup. She stared down at Dylan—her gorgeous, green-eyed, smiling soldier—her heart doing flip-flops at the sight of him. He was dressed in his uniform and grinning into the camera, showcasing his impressive dimples and unforgettable face.
She opened the letter, noticing it was dated almost three weeks ago. This was how long it took to get a letter to and from Afghanistan. She let out a deep sigh. Three long weeks! A lifetime, as far as she was concerned. Her hands trembled as she began reading the letter.
Dear Holly,
I hope this letter finds you well. On this end, things couldn’t be better.
My tour of duty came to an end a few weeks ago. I’m pleased to report that I’ve received an honorable discharge. Finally, at long last, I’m coming home for good. I arrive stateside on October 1. I’m spending some time with my mom and her new husband, Roy. She’s been taking really good care of Leo for me while I’ve been in Afghanistan. Here’s the really good part. I’m planning to come to West Falls on October 15. Sorry for not telling you sooner, but I wanted it to be a surprise.
I hope this is welcome news to you, Holly. We’ve been talking about our first meeting for so long now. I can hardly believe it’s happening. By the time this letter reaches you, I’ll almost be there, at your side.
There’s so much more I want to say, words that can be said only face-to-face.
Until then, be safe.
Fondly,
Dylan
The letter slipped from Holly’s fingers, floating down to the ground like a leaf falling from a tree. Its graceful descent belied the turmoil raging inside her. Dylan Hart, the pen pal she’d been corresponding with for a little over a year while he was stationed in Afghanistan, was coming to West Falls, all the way from Oklahoma to see her. And according to his letter, he’d be arriving sometime today. With mail scattered all over her lap, Holly adroitly maneuvered her wheelchair up the ramp leading to the front porch. She barreled her way inside the house and double locked the front door behind her. Once she was safely inside, she concentrated on breathing normally. She was taking in huge gulps of air, but she still felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her palms were sweaty, and beads of moisture had broken out on her forehead. The sound of her labored breathing thundered in her ears.
Dear Lord, help me. I don’t know what to do. Please don’t let Dylan come here!
Bingo, her chocolate Lab, padded his way to her side. Sensing her frantic mood, he cocked his head to the side, then began to gently lick her hand. Reaching out, she patted his head, looking deeply into his russet-colored eyes.
“Bingo, what am I going to do?” she asked as panic skittered through her.
She wanted to hide! She wanted to get in her van and drive as fast and far from Horseshoe Bend Ranch as possible. There was no way in the world she could face Dylan. Because as much as she adored him, as much as she ached to see those brilliant green eyes in person, she didn’t have the courage to deal with this situation she’d created. She couldn’t face the secret she’d kept from him. Somehow, in all the letters they’d exchanged, she’d failed to tell him the single most important fact about herself.
She was a paraplegic. She’d lost the use of her legs in an accident, and she’d never walk again. Not in this lifetime. Brave, handsome Dylan, who’d proudly served his country in Afghanistan, had no clue that the woman he’d been writing to—the woman he was traveling all this way to see—was not the woman he believed her to be.
* * *
Dylan Hart let out a low whistle as he pulled up in front of the Horseshoe Bend Ranch. In all his life he’d never seen anything finer. It made the Bar M back home seem like chopped liver. The massive entrance dwarfed him, making him feel insignificant in the scheme of things. As he drove past the gates, all he could see stretched out before him was lush green grass—acres upon acres of the purest horse land in the entire state.
Although Holly had told him her family owned a ranch and it had been in her family for generations, he hadn’t been expecting anything this impressive. For a man who’d been just getting by for most of his life, it left him a little unsettled. Here he was, fresh from a combat zone, with nothing to offer H
olly but his sincerity and the special friendship they’d both nurtured. He swallowed past the huge lump in his throat, hoping it was enough to land him the woman of his dreams.
He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help it. He had such a good feeling about Holly—she aroused emotions in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t love—he wasn’t that deep in—but something in his gut told him she could be the one. While he’d been over in Afghanistan, there had been endless amounts of time to think about his future. When the bottom fell out of his world, everything had become crystal clear. A place to call home, a good woman by his side and a strong sense of community. More than anything else in the world, that was what he wanted.
And here he was in West Falls, Texas, taking a huge leap of faith. It wasn’t like him, not even remotely, but here he stood, ready to embrace his future. Even though he didn’t have a job lined up and this could all blow up in his face, he was willing to reach for the brass ring. He was prepared to put his painful past firmly in his rearview mirror. He was giving it his best shot.
Holly could be the one to make him forget about roadside bombs and friends who would never make it back home. She could be the one to make him believe that there were true, honest women out there in the world. And today he would be seeing her for the first time, since he didn’t own a single picture of her. How he wanted to see those baby-blue eyes she’d described in person! He’d dreamed about meeting Holly for months now. Although excitement was building inside him, there was also a slight feeling of doubt. Was he doing the right thing?
Lord, please let this rash decision to come all the way to West Falls be right! Let Holly be the woman You’ve picked for me to fall in love with, something lasting and real. I’m so tired of doing this alone. I’m so afraid of ending up by myself.
After driving for about a half mile, he reached a fork in the road. He saw a grand home looming in the distance. As someone who loved architecture, he appreciated its beauty. It was the type of house that made a person sit up and take notice. It was an impressive two-story white structure with a long wraparound porch and shiny black shutters. It looked like the type of house he would have loved to have grown up in. This place, Dylan thought with amazement, was a far cry from the small trailer where he’d spent the first eighteen years of his life.