Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

Twenty-seven
Many are the plans in a man’s heart,
but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.
P R O V E R B S 19:21
Before Michael went hunting, he brought several heavy sacks of dried corn
into the cabin so Angel could shell it. She sat before the crackling fire and
rubbed the cobs together until a few rows gave way and the rest of the kernels
could be easily separated. Some fell onto her lap. Setting the bare cob
aside, she picked up a kernel. Smiling, she rolled its hard shape between her
fingers.
You have to die to be reborn.
She raised her head, listening intently. Her heart beat wildly, but the only
sounds around her were the chimes stirring in the wind. She looked down
at the dry, partially shriveled kernel in her palm. It was like the many she
had planted last spring and out of which the forest of green had sprung. She
tossed the kernel into the basket with the others and brushed the rest from
her skirt.
Perhaps she was a little mad after all. The old voices seldom came anymore,
but now there was this new one, quiet and still, making no sense at
all. From death comes life? Impossible. But there at her feet was the basket
of seed corn. She frowned slightly. Bending, she sifted her hands through it.
She clenched two handfuls. So what did it mean?
“Amanda!” Miriam gasped, bursting into the cabin. “It’s Mama’s time.”
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