Into the Fire

   From my WIP (work in progress), a novel entitled Seeing . . . 

He tried to anticipate how she’d act once he got home. After her whispered admission, he suspected she’d recoil to her unworthiness mantra and sarcasm-laden self-insults. He hoped for the opposite and marveled that the old adage about hope springing eternal fought for a place in his addled mind games trying to cover all of its loaded bases with a heavy hitter waiting at home plate.

Father, help me to write the stories you want me to tell and bring the message to life in souls who want and need what you have to give. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.