Faith-Filled Friday

Welcome to Faith-Filled Friday! Please feel free to share a favorite Bible verse, inspirational poem, or a few sentences from one of your favorite Christian books. Authors may post an excerpt from any of their family friendly books. Today I’m sharing an excerpt with you from my Christmas novella, Secret Angel.

Jasper’s hand slid away from her arm, stretching to swipe the glob of snow on her cheek. The gentle touch of his fingers weakened her knees and for a brief moment she wondered if she would end up hugging the cypress bush to keep from crumpling in his arms.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded, stepping alongside him. “What’s on your mind?” she asked as they passed Deer Crossings. Jingles’ shadowy outline materialized in the window, and she sensed the feline watching them.

“I didn’t want to go to bed with things being weird between us.” Jasper spoke in a quieter tone. He kicked at some snow on the sidewalk. “Isn’t there a Bible verse about not going to bed when you’re angry?”

“Ephesians 4:26: ‘Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.’” Studying his face in the moonlight she said, “I’m sorry. I’ll try not to pry again.”

His pace slowed as they approached Sabela’s. The enticing aroma of garlic floated in the air, tempting Hannah’s taste buds. Unlike most people, when she was upset, she couldn’t eat. After fighting with Jasper, all she’d had for supper was a spoonful of peanut butter. Her stomach rumbled at the idea of biting into one of Sabela’s cheesy breadsticks.

“I suppose that’s one thing I disliked about being in the public eye: people constantly prying into your life, wanting to know what cereal you eat for breakfast and which brand of toothpaste you use.” He shook his head and chuckled. “People place importance on the craziest things.”

“Let me guess. You liked the kids’ cereals with a prize inside the box, right?” she teased, muffling another loud grumble with her kidding.

“Every kid needs a secret decoder ring,” he said, waiting at the corner. His eyes danced in the light shining from the street lamp. He leaned in, clasping her hand. “I’m glad I met you, even if you do get my blood boiling at times.”

Hannah swallowed hard as their eyes locked. “I’m glad, too.”

Growl.

Holding his gaze, they broke into a fit of laughter.

“Come on. Let’s get you something to eat before Sabela’s closes.” He continued holding her hand on the way back to the restaurant.

Merry Christmas in July!

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