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Authors: Karen Ball
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had
sounded
like God. You know, powerful. Holy.”
Oren didn’t answer. He was frowning, in deep concentration. “Grace, did you say the voice you heard sounded like a woman?”
She focused on his dear face. “Yes. Actually, it … it was a particular woman’s voice. It sounded like Renee.”
Apparent surprise tugged at his brows. “Renee Roman?”
She nodded and then almost jumped out of her chair when he gave a whoop. “Oren, what on earth—”
“Sweetheart, the voice I heard? It was Gabriel Roman! And it said the same thing:
Pray.”
Awe crept across his features. “Hon, we haven’t missed it. Not at all. God is calling us to pray for the Romans.”
Excitement danced through Grace, and she clasped her hands—then stopped. “Oh, no …”
Oren studied her features. “What?”
She grabbed his hands. “Oh, Oren, the Romans! They’ve been through so much.”
Oren and Grace had met the Romans years ago when they attended a Bible study together. It hadn’t taken long for the two couples to realize how much they had in common, and a strong friendship grew between them. Oren and Grace opened their hearts and home to the younger couple, grateful to be able to help someone else as they’d been helped.
“I know, hon.” Oren patted her hand.
“And this was supposed to be such a special time for them. What could have gone wrong? You don’t suppose they—”
Oren’s fingers pressed against her lips, and she swallowed back the string of questions ready to spill forth. The patience she saw in the depths of Oren’s eyes warmed her heart, casting off the chill of apprehension that had begun to cloak her.
“Grade, I don’t know what’s going on. But God does. And He’s asked us to pray for them, so maybe it’s time we stopped jabbering and got down to doing what He says. After all, there’s nothing more powerful than that, now is there?” The tenderness in his features, the touch of his fingers, enveloped her.
No, there wasn’t anything more powerful than prayer. The simple fact that they were here was more than enough proof of that.
With a full heart, Grace nodded, and together they bowed their heads. As they did so, a powerful certainty grew within Grace’s heart: She and Oren were doing exactly what they were supposed to do. And no matter what the Romans were facing, God was with them. Just as He’d been with Grace and Oren.
And He would be sufficient.
One can say, perhaps, that sorrow
…
played its part in setting me free.
A NNE L INDBERGH
Moses entered into the deep darkness where God was.
E XODUS 20:21
D ECEMBER 19, 2003
1:15 P.M.
RENEE OPENED HER EYES SLOWLY, BLINKING AGAINST the brightness that surrounded her.
Pain followed on the heels of wakefulness, and she cried out against it as a mixture of fear and anger flooded her. What was happening? Why was everything white? And why was it so cold—?
Reality, stark and sudden, soaked in, and she closed her eyes on a weary sigh. She’d hoped it was a dream. Prayed it was. But there was nothing dreamlike about the wind buffeting the truck, rocking them from side to side.
They really had gone over the side of the road. They really were stranded in a blizzard.
She looked into the backseat to find Bo curled into a tight ball, his fluffy tail draped over his face, sound asleep. She watchedhis chest rise and fall, rise and fall … If only she could be so at peace.
Renee glanced at her watch. Another hour had passed. Another hour, and, from what she could see through the driver’s window, the snow was still falling. She looked at her husband. Another hour, and Gabe was still unconscious.
Or was he? Maybe he was just sleeping, as she and Bo had just been doing. If his battered body was just keeping him sheltered in a deep slumber, she might be able to bring him around. “Gabe?” She held her breath, hoping … praying. “Gabe, honey, wake up.”
Bo, roused by the sound of her voice, jumped up and came to her, tail wagging, a low
sounded
like God. You know, powerful. Holy.”
Oren didn’t answer. He was frowning, in deep concentration. “Grace, did you say the voice you heard sounded like a woman?”
She focused on his dear face. “Yes. Actually, it … it was a particular woman’s voice. It sounded like Renee.”
Apparent surprise tugged at his brows. “Renee Roman?”
She nodded and then almost jumped out of her chair when he gave a whoop. “Oren, what on earth—”
“Sweetheart, the voice I heard? It was Gabriel Roman! And it said the same thing:
Pray.”
Awe crept across his features. “Hon, we haven’t missed it. Not at all. God is calling us to pray for the Romans.”
Excitement danced through Grace, and she clasped her hands—then stopped. “Oh, no …”
Oren studied her features. “What?”
She grabbed his hands. “Oh, Oren, the Romans! They’ve been through so much.”
Oren and Grace had met the Romans years ago when they attended a Bible study together. It hadn’t taken long for the two couples to realize how much they had in common, and a strong friendship grew between them. Oren and Grace opened their hearts and home to the younger couple, grateful to be able to help someone else as they’d been helped.
“I know, hon.” Oren patted her hand.
“And this was supposed to be such a special time for them. What could have gone wrong? You don’t suppose they—”
Oren’s fingers pressed against her lips, and she swallowed back the string of questions ready to spill forth. The patience she saw in the depths of Oren’s eyes warmed her heart, casting off the chill of apprehension that had begun to cloak her.
“Grade, I don’t know what’s going on. But God does. And He’s asked us to pray for them, so maybe it’s time we stopped jabbering and got down to doing what He says. After all, there’s nothing more powerful than that, now is there?” The tenderness in his features, the touch of his fingers, enveloped her.
No, there wasn’t anything more powerful than prayer. The simple fact that they were here was more than enough proof of that.
With a full heart, Grace nodded, and together they bowed their heads. As they did so, a powerful certainty grew within Grace’s heart: She and Oren were doing exactly what they were supposed to do. And no matter what the Romans were facing, God was with them. Just as He’d been with Grace and Oren.
And He would be sufficient.
One can say, perhaps, that sorrow
…
played its part in setting me free.
A NNE L INDBERGH
Moses entered into the deep darkness where God was.
E XODUS 20:21
D ECEMBER 19, 2003
1:15 P.M.
RENEE OPENED HER EYES SLOWLY, BLINKING AGAINST the brightness that surrounded her.
Pain followed on the heels of wakefulness, and she cried out against it as a mixture of fear and anger flooded her. What was happening? Why was everything white? And why was it so cold—?
Reality, stark and sudden, soaked in, and she closed her eyes on a weary sigh. She’d hoped it was a dream. Prayed it was. But there was nothing dreamlike about the wind buffeting the truck, rocking them from side to side.
They really had gone over the side of the road. They really were stranded in a blizzard.
She looked into the backseat to find Bo curled into a tight ball, his fluffy tail draped over his face, sound asleep. She watchedhis chest rise and fall, rise and fall … If only she could be so at peace.
Renee glanced at her watch. Another hour had passed. Another hour, and, from what she could see through the driver’s window, the snow was still falling. She looked at her husband. Another hour, and Gabe was still unconscious.
Or was he? Maybe he was just sleeping, as she and Bo had just been doing. If his battered body was just keeping him sheltered in a deep slumber, she might be able to bring him around. “Gabe?” She held her breath, hoping … praying. “Gabe, honey, wake up.”
Bo, roused by the sound of her voice, jumped up and came to her, tail wagging, a low
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