LIGHT IN DARKNESS

By Tessa Harvey 


CHAPTER FIVE

Dispiritedly, Simone began to collect her belongings without being told. Watching her, she looked weary and defeated, but inside hope was flickering. As a child, she had asked Jesus freely into her heart and life, and meant it. For the first time in years, she wanted to quit her rebellion and be free. It wouldn't be easy, though, especially now. She would be carefully watched for a while. Nevertheless she was finally, quietly, praying.

Simone had reached the end of herself and really wanted help. Somehow she would have to trust the God she had walked away from all those years ago.

There was no other way. She knew that now, but was it too late?
As she got out of the car, a small dog slunk away from the doorstep of the "Home." Don kicked at it, and sent it hurtling to crash against a fence. It fell and lay still.

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The young nurse at the hospital called the doctor to check baby Hope. Glad was with Lacey and both looked apprehensive. The nurse avoided their eyes. The harassed doctor who had delivered the baby seemed less busy today.

He examined the baby carefully and minutely - then turned to the two women. Lacey was nervously twisting her hands and Glad clutched her large handbag. He did not like this part of his work. "We need to run more tests and would like to keep this little girl overnight."

Lacey moved to protest. The doctor raised his arm. "Wait," he said kindly. "We suspect the baby has a heart murmur. Perhaps a small hole in her heart. It is just one of those things. Often they fix themselves."

But Lacey was sobbing, soundlessly, her long blond hair straggling over her face. "Is it my fault," she asked.


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