Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

F R A N C I N E R I V E R S
ached, but she kept walking. Cherry kept looking back worriedly. “Do you
think he’ll come after us?”
“No,” Angel assured her, then directed a question to Axle. “Why did you
help me like that? I’m a stranger to you.”
“It was what you sang. The Lord couldn’t have made it any more clear
that I was to get you out of there.”
She glanced at him in surprise. She didn’t say anything for a while, but
she couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Mister Axle, I’ve got to be honest with
you.”
“About what?”
“I don’t believe in God.” She felt a piercing pain as she said it.
Don’t you?
The question came from deep within her, and she frowned. She had
called to God in her fear, and here she was. And then there was that
voice…had she imagined it? Axle’s next words echoed her confusion.
“No? You sounded pretty convincing back there.”
“I was scared to death, and it was the only song I could remember.”
He smiled. “There’s something in that.”
“I don’t believe in some little, shriveled up old man in a long white beard
sitting on a throne looking over me.”
He chuckled. “Neither do I. I believe in something a lot bigger than that.
And I’ll tell you something else.” His smile was gentle. “Just because you
don’t believe in the Lord doesn’t mean his power isn’t working for you.”
She blinked. Her throat closed tight, and she felt ashamed. She had tried
every way to get away from Duke and been unable to accomplish it. And
then tonight, a single hymn Michael had taught her had done the trick.
How? It didn’t make any sense. That voice had said My will, but all she had
really done was the only thing that came into her mind. And this man had
come forward from nowhere.
Words Michael had read came back to her. “Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me.”
Duke had been afraid of her. She hadn’t mistaken that.
Not of you, Sarah. Of me.
She shivered, goosebumps breaking out over her pale skin again as her
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