The Fire in Ember - DiAnn Mills [126]
“John, tell me what it said. I have to know.” She’d help him work through bad news.
He nodded slowly. “I don’t know how to say this.”
Her heart sank, feeling his disappointment. “Oh, John. We can try another law school.”
“Looks like we’ll be moving.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Really? You’re accepted.”
“That’s what the letter says.”
“And you’re going to be a lawyer?”
“I’m going to try.” He drew her close to him. “It will be a lot of work on my part. A lot of studying. And the times I want to spend with you might mean reading a law book.”
“But you can do it.”
“With you, I know I can.”
She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “I’ll always be here for you, John.”
“I need you, Ember. God knew what this man needed when He sent you into my life.”
“By saving a scrawny kid from hanging?”
“By igniting my heart with what I needed to fulfill my dreams.”
TRUTH
Truth is light
Unending
Everlasting
A choice for the day
A solace for the night
A comfort for tomorrow
Confronting evil with courage. Marching from the portals of heaven.
A javelin of light that pierces the soul. An anchor for the weak and oppressed
The choice of devout believers.
Truth is unconditional
Truth restores the broken
Truth beckons the lost
Truth is mercy
Truth is grace
Truth is Light.
BY EMBER ROSE TIMMONS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Julie Garmon, Louise Gouge, Mona Hodgson, Catherine Madera, Dane and Melissa Money, Melanie Stiles, and always my dear husband, Dean Mills, who puts up with me and my characters.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
DEAR READER,
I hope you enjoyed The Fire in Ember as much as I enjoyed writing the book.
Ember’s story has been a part of me for several years, waiting for the right moment to unfold. She was a complex young woman, and at times I didn’t understand her fears and reservations about life. When she revealed her past to me, I began to understand her inability to trust. She had pain that only God could heal.
The humorous part of John learning that the boy he saved from a hanging was really a girl swung a wide pendulum as to why Ember was forced to run from those who’d abused her. The more I thought about Ember’s plight, the more I realized the strength hidden behind her shame for a past she could not change. She set out to protect her brothers without the understanding that her behavior prevented truth and justice.
I hope secrets do not stalk your life. But if they do, I pray you have the courage to take the first step into light. God does not want any of us to experience abuse. Ember found the joy of a changed life that promised love and purpose. I hope you do