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She's waiting for her prince to come … but was he right beside her all the time?
Kristina Rose Maher wants to know why fairytales never happen for fat girls. Certain that diner cook Jeff, handsome and fit, will never want her as more than a friend, she stuffs down her attraction to him. But when she finds herself facing a life-altering weight loss surgery, she discovers she's willing to do whatever it takes to embrace life—and love—to the fullest.
Jeffrey Berkley can't bear the thought of losing the friend he’s only just beginning to realize matters so much to him… no matter what size she is. But he is also terrified that helping her reach for her dreams will also mean finally reaching for his own—and letting down his family’s legacy in the process.
Both Kristina Rose and Jeffrey must learn to love themselves before they can find a way to make a promise to each other. Will they finally be able to lay their heavy burdens at the Lord's feet, and trust him to bring the happily-ever-after they both crave?
Don't miss this sweet tale of faith, love, and gastric bypass–get your copy of Love's Promise today!
Love’s Promise: Excerpt from Chapter
13
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She's waiting for her prince to come … but was he right beside her all the time?
Kristina Rose Maher wants to know why fairytales never happen for fat girls. Certain that diner cook Jeff, handsome and fit, will never want her as more than a friend, she stuffs down her attraction to him. But when she finds herself facing a life-altering weight loss surgery, she discovers she's willing to do whatever it takes to embrace life—and love—to the fullest.
Jeffrey Berkley can't bear the thought of losing the friend he’s only just beginning to realize matters so much to him… no matter what size she is. But he is also terrified that helping her reach for her dreams will also mean finally reaching for his own—and letting down his family’s legacy in the process.
Both Kristina Rose and Jeffrey must learn to love themselves before they can find a way to make a promise to each other. Will they finally be able to lay their heavy burdens at the Lord's feet, and trust him to bring the happily-ever-after they both crave?
Don't miss this sweet tale of faith, love, and gastric bypass–get your copy of Love's Promise today!
Would you help make my dreams come true?
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Love’s Promise: Excerpt from Chapter
13
Kristina clapped as her friend took the pulpit. She had
never seen Elise in front of her youth group. Even though they were best
friends, Kristina hadn’t been back to youth group since she’d graduated to the
big church. A few times per year, Pastor Bernie would take a Sunday off and ask
Elise or one of the elders to deliver the week’s sermon, but the teen members
of the congregation understandably required a different message and a different
style when it came to their own church services and events.
All around her, the kids settled onto their blankets with
plates of fried chicken, potato salad, and other fatty picnic fare. Peggy, a
girl who worked at the diner sometimes on nights and weekends, joined Kristina
on her blanket. “Hi,” she whispered with a grin as Elise flipped on the
microphone and shouted, “Boo!”
Kristina jumped back, unprepared for the loud noise that
shot through the auditorium. Nervous laughter erupted around them, but Elise
stood stock still with a serious expression on her face.
“Halloween was last month!” Peggy called to Elise.
More laughter.
Still Elise didn’t speak, didn’t wear her signature smile,
didn’t do anything.
The laughter quieted, and everyone sat waiting to see what
their youth pastor would say or do next.
“Fear,” Elise said, enunciating the word slowly, taking time
with each sound. “What is it?”
Answers rose up from all around the room.
“Not feeling safe.”
“Being worried.”
“Spiders!” Peggy added.
“Not knowing how things will work out,” Kristina said
through the laughter.
“And were you afraid just now when I shouted boo
right here out of the blue?”
A chorus of Nos rippled through the room.
Elise pouted and stalked forward on the stage. “But it was
unexpected. You didn’t know what would happen next. A lot of people find shocks
like that scary. Why didn’t you?”
“Because you’re not scary.”
“We know you.”
“You’d never hurt us.”
“You’d never hurt anyone,” Kristina added.
Elise perked up, her eyes wide and voice booming. “Ahh, so I
failed in my attempt to scare you because you know me, because you trust me to
take care of you?”
Everyone nodded and murmured their agreement.
“You know who else is there to take care of you? God.” Elise
bobbed her head and traced her way back to the pulpit. “God’s gotcha. 100% of
the time, He is there and He’s got your back. So then why do we continue to
live in fear? If I couldn’t scare you, then why does life scare you when you
know God is just around the corner rooting for you, ready to catch you if you
fall?”
Nobody said anything. They all waited to see what their
youth pastor would say next, Kristina Rose most of all.
“Easy in theory, right? But hard in practice,” Elise
continued. “They say practice makes perfect, but no one is perfect outside of
Jesus. Practice can make better. Practice can make easier, but
none of us are perfect. It’s kind of why we need God in the first place. It’s
why we need to trust Him with our fears rather than trying to figure everything
out for ourselves.”
Oh, now she understood why Elise had dragged her here. She
saw Kristina’s fear loud and clear. It was in everything she did, no matter how
hard she tried to act otherwise. Elise did love to showboat, but she may have
also chose this method of delivering her message so that the kids would be
there to back her up, so it would feel less like a personal lecture and more
like something Elise was sharing with all of them.
“It’s a lesson we’ve all learned since Sunday School. God’s
got you. So then why do so many of us forget as we grow up? As we face new
challenges? Why do we think we can do it all ourselves? Why don’t we depend on
God for help?”
Some of the teens ventured answers, but Kristina honestly
didn’t know what to say. Elise was right, of course. Kristina had been trying
to do it all on her own rather than trusting in God—and in her friends—to take
care of her. She’d been trying to do it all on her own and still didn’t even
fully trust herself. No wonder she was failing so miserably.
Elise reached under the pulpit and pulled out a small black
gun. She closed one eye, and stuck her arm straight out toward Kristina Rose.
Nervous laughter broke through the sanctuary once again.
“You’re laughing. Why are you laughing? I have a gun. A gun!
Shouldn’t you be afraid?”
“We know that’s not a real gun, Elise,” Peggy said, making a
pistol gesture with her thumb and index finger and pointing it back at Elise.
“Are you sure about that? What makes you think it’s not
real? It’s the right color, right size, right shape.” She widened her stance
and turned the gun to its side, setting up for a kill shot. “Are you scared
now?” she asked, her voice flat, menacing.
“No, I’m not,” Kristina answered. “I know you’d never
actually shoot me with a real gun.”
“How sure are you? Would you bet your life?” She took two
steps forward, unwavering in her aim.
Kristina nodded. “I trust you not to hurt me.”
Elise pulled the trigger and a stream of water hit Kristina
on the leg.
The audience laughed some more. It seemed they did a lot of
that whenever Elise took the stage. “Told ya! We knew it wasn’t real,” they
shouted.
Elise returned the gun to the pulpit and banged on her chest
with the mic. “Did you see that? Did you see that? Kristina Rose trusted me to
shoot her—to shoot her!—because I’m her best friend and she knows I
won’t hurt her. But that’s all I am, a best friend. God is our father. Of
course He wants what’s best for us. Of course He would never hurt us without a
reason.”
She gave that a minute to set in before jumping off the
stage and pumping her arms as she walked animatedly between the blankets. “Here
we are, going about our business, and—whoa—a new danger appears.” Elise
jerked forward and threw a banana peel she’d been hiding onto the ground in
front of her.
This time Kristina found herself laughing along, too.
“Don’t laugh!” Elise warned, spinning around to look at
everyone in turn. “This is dangerous. I could slip and fall! How can I keep
walking forward when there’s this huge dangerous thing just waiting to knock me
off my feet?”
“Step around it!”
“Walk over it!”
“Just avoid it.”
Elise did as instructed with a skip. “Pfffhew, I’m safe!”
she cried.
Kristina Rose loved watching her friend in action. She had
no idea her sermons involved so much physical comedy, but it all made perfect
sense. This is just who Elise was—passionate, energetic, the star of the show.
They made a great pair, Elise and Kristina, because while one craved attention,
the other was all too happy to let somebody else take center stage. Had they
been enabling each other all this time?
Elise winked at Kristina Rose, then rolled her eyes and
jogged back up to the stage. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I know this is all
fairly ridiculous. Who slips on a banana peel other than maybe a cartoon
character? But here’s the thing: in hindsight, many of our problems seem
equally absurd. Why didn’t I just tell her how I feel, or why didn’t I just
take the plunge? Well, I’m here to tell you today, God doesn’t give us problems
we can’t handle. You know what Kelly Clarkson says: ‘what doesn’t kill you makes
you stronger.’ Well, I want to be strong. Don’t you?”
Peggy started humming the pop song quietly beside Kristina.
“I want to be strong,” Kristina said.
Others murmured in agreement.
“Well, guess what. So do I, but you know what else? I can do
all things through Christ who strengthens me. Say it with me this time…”
Everyone shouted in unison, “I can do all things through
Christ who strengthens me!”
“Yes, you can.” Elise stooped down to pick up the banana
peel, curled it into a ball, and then made a free shot at the trash basket.
Some muted applause followed the swish straight into the
bin.
Elise tapped her heart and pointed toward Heaven. “Now when
we break into group, I want us to share our fears, share our problems, and then
place them at the Lord’s feet. Trusting in God doesn’t mean that you give up
trying. It just means that you know you’re going to win in the end. It brushes
aside the worry, makes the task of living a much more enjoyable—much
easier—thing to do. How would your life change if you stopped being afraid and
started trusting in God to lead you to the place you need to be?” Elise locked
eyes with Kristina Rose as she asked this.
Kristina had no idea whether she was meant to answer, but
luckily she didn’t have to. A series of beeps and whirls sounded from beside
her, and all eyes zoomed toward the blanket where she sat with Peggy.
“Oops! Sorry!” Peggy leaped up and waved her phone by way of
explanation. “I forgot to silence it, but it’s my boss. I have to take this.”
She rushed out in the hall, leaving Kristina to wonder why Mabel would be
calling on a day she knew Peggy would be taking off to attend the retreat.
“Let’s all clean up our plates and move our blankets into a
circle,” Elise said, striding over to help Kristina Rose adjust hers.
“Was that for me?” Kristina asked quietly while the kids
laughed and joked with one another.
“It was for everyone, but, yes, inspired by you. I love you,
you know, and I want you to know that you’ve got this, that God’s—”
“God’s got me?” Kristina finished for her friend. “I know.
Thank you so much for the reminder.”
Melissa Storm is a mother first, and everything else second. Her fiction is highly personal and often based on true stories. Writing is Melissa's way of showing her daughter just how beautiful life can be, when you pay attention to the everyday wonders that surround us.
Melissa loves books so much, she married fellow author Falcon Storm. Between the two of them, there are always plenty of imaginative, awe-inspiring stories to share. When she's not reading, writing, or child-rearing, Melissa spends time relaxing at home in the company of her four dogs, four parrots, and rescue cat. She never misses an episode of The Bachelor or her nightly lavender-infused soak in the tub. Because priorities.
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