Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

R E D E E M I N G L O V E
As the tormenting thoughts built in his mind, he reached back and clung
to one simple Scripture. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on
your own understanding.” Sweat beaded his brow, and he clenched his hands.
Trust in the Lord, trust in the Lord. He said it over and over to himself until his
mind eased and his body relaxed.
And then Michael prayed for Angel, not that she would ever come back
to him, but that she would find God for herself.
When he pulled out in the morning, he swore to himself that no matter
the temptation, he wouldn’t search for his wife when he reached Sacramento.
And he would never set foot in San Francisco.
“Angel! Angel!”
Angel’s whole body jerked as someone called out her name. Why had
she felt the urge to come down here to the square? She should have gone
home as soon as she finished visiting with Virgil. He had fired another cook
and tried to talk her into coming back to work for him. She almost wished
she hadn’t come and raised his hopes.
She’d found herself wandering along the streets again, passing a theater
and a saloon. Her old haunting grounds. She didn’t know why she was here.
She had just gone out for a walk to think things through, to try to make
some plans, and felt compelled to come back here. It was more than disheartening.
And now, someone from her past was pressing through the crowd and
coming after her. She had the urge to run and not look back.
“Angel, wait!”
Gritting her teeth, she stopped and turned around. She recognized the
young woman coming toward her immediately. And seeing her again, she
could feel herself straightening up and putting on the mask of disdain and
calm. “Hello, Torie,” she said, tilting her chin slightly.
Torie’s eyes swept her up and down. “I couldn’t believe it was you. You
look so different.” She looked uncertain. “Are you still married to that
farmer?”
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