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years of marriage to Morley, a casual conversation with God was as
natural to her as it would have been talking to a dear friend.
And, after all, isn’t that what God had become to her? A dear
friend? Yes indeed, and for that she had her husband’s unwavering faith
to thank. The difference in their beliefs – she Catholic, he Evangelical
– that at one time seemed insurmountable, had merged into a union
of mutual belief in Christ and His saving grace. Previously restricted
to some extent in attending church together, they now moved freely
between both houses of worship on special occasions. But for the
most part, Tyne accompanied her parents to Mass on Sunday, while
Morley took the children to the church in which he had been raised.
The oven timer signaled for attention. She put her musings aside
and turned her thoughts to the task of preparing dinner for her always
hungry family. Within minutes she popped a bread pudding into the
warm oven, the tang of cinnamon and nutmeg filling the kitchen with
a tantalizing aroma.
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Later, at the supper table, Morley glanced around at his family seated
on either side of him. The twins were trying hard to contain the giggles
that were always threatening to spill out of them. Bobby, next to
his mother who sat at the foot of the table, fidgeted as he eyed the
bowls of vegetables and platter of meat expectantly. But it was the
empty chair that claimed Morley’s attention.
He looked at Tyne. “Is Rachael not coming?”
“We can start without her, dear,” Tyne said. “She’s getting dressed
to go out, but she’ll be down in a minute.”
“Oh yes.” Morley frowned slightly. “She came to the barn to ask
about going to Lyssa’s. All right, let’s join hands. Bobby, would you
ask the blessing, please?”
They bowed their heads, but the first words had not left Bobby’s
lips when they heard a clatter on the stairs.
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