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- Herausgeber: Callista Miller
- Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
- Sprache: Englisch
This is a story of a believer finding a non-believer and finding herself in the process. It harps on the imperfection of human beings, even when they seem perfect. It’s a tale of love, acceptance and self discovery. The story proves that it is not impossible for a beautiful thing such as love to spring out like a fountain of water from a dry land to add to the coolness and beauty of nature when it is least expected. Therefore, position yourself in a nice sofa, or any comfortable space or seat, and get ready to have your body tingle with suspense in this exciting and romantic thriller!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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Table of contents
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Introduction
Christian Romance Story
Melody Edmonds never really stepped out of the shell her parents had created for her. She had always been a respectful, dedicated Christian with a strong belief, who associated only with the group of fellow believers in her community. However, an encounter with a man of no faith forces her to rethink all she had been trained to believe. In a bid to rescue him from a perceived damnation, Melody decides to spend more time with Levi Jacobs, to know more of him and understand the reasons behind his faithlessness. Not only does she find a friend in Levi Jacobs, much to the chagrin of her devout mother, she also finds a confidante and in turn, Levi forces her to question her own prejudices and better understand what it means to be a Christian.
Levi Jacobs had believed at some point in his life, but that was a longtime ago. He had long been exonerated from the blindness that came with religion and never wanted to return to it. Understandably, making friends with a deeply invested Christian girl, who was the poster girl for all things Levi thought he despised, wasn’t the way to do that. But Melody’s aura was hard to ignore and Levi found himself spending more and more time with her. She was all things good and pure, all things he had told himself he never wanted to be involved with, but the heart wants what it wants, and Levi’s heart would ultimately surrender to Melody Edmonds.
Chapter One
Melody Edmond rushed through the busy streets of Atlanta as she made her way to the soup kitchen her parents ran. It catered to mostly homeless people and people who just needed a hot meal. She had been serving in the kitchen for the last six months, her parents had only allowed her join them at her nineteenth birthday. For some reason, they thought a place like that wasn’t for a girl like her…..but they had no qualms throwing her older brother in the hot zone as soon as he turned fifteen.
She wasn’t particularly glad that her parents treated her like she was some fragile being, but she was at least happy that she got to serve at the kitchen, no matter how late the privilege came. She loved working at the soup kitchen, meeting all of the new people she got to meet, yes, some of them were messed up and generally hard to deal with, but underneath all of that angst, she recognized that they had been through a lot and she could forgive their tantrums. Then there were those who had stories to tell…..so many stories, whether from the wars they fought, or from some key events in their lives. But listening to them was fun, learning about them, about history, from the people who lived through it, it gave her an indescribable feeling.
Then there was the happiness….happiness that shone like the rays of the sun on a warm day. There was a deep sense of appreciation from those they fed, and it was irreplaceable, the feeling of being appreciated genuinely.
Working at the soup kitchen was the most fulfilling thing she had done all her life….if only she could get there early on some days.
She burst through the back door, “You’re late,” her brother, Milo, said as soon as he spotted her.
“You think I don’t know?” She asked as she dropped her bag by a corner and rushed to the service area.
He smirked at her running form and shook his head.
She got to the service area and came face to face with her father. He raised a thick brow at her in question, “You know you’re late, don’t you?”
A sheepish smile came upon her face, “I’m sorry. Practice took longer than I thought.” She said as she grabbed her apron and put it over her neck, then tied it around her waist.
“Mm hmm,” her father responded, “You’re lucky today has been less busy. Your mother would have talked your head off if she had to do two people’s duties on a busy day.”
She smiled, she knew just how difficult her mother could be, however, her father was the ice to her mother’s fire and she could always count on him to douse the inferno when it came. “Lucky for me, I have you on my team.” She teased as she leaned up and placed a peck on his cheek, which he had lowered to receive her show of affection.
“One day I won’t be around to plead your case, so you’d better pull up your pants young lady.”
“Will do.” She said as she moved toward the area the food was served and her father disappeared into the kitchen.
She stood next to her mother, who was serving an old man some mashed potatoes, she turned to her and gave her a look of disapproval and Melody pursed her lips into a tight smile in response, then slowly eased the spoon and plate from her mother’s grip, “I’ll take that.” She said softly.
If her mother had any words of protest, she kept them to herself as Melody took up her position and gave the old man a large grin, “Hey Brett, how are you today?” She asked cheerfully.
Brett gave her a toothy grin, even as most of his teeth had fallen out. “Better, now that you’re here,” he stated. Melody proceeded to dish Brett his dish, and then attend to others in line. She was natural where their patrons were concerned, it was one of the reasons her mother didn’t give her as much heat as she was meant to. The patrons loved Melody. She treated them nicely, she always had a smile on and was generally jovial, plus, a lot of them found her pretty. It was easy to become the sweetheart of the kitchen.
She attended to each person with practiced charm and grace. She flashed a smile, shared a few words and then sent them on their way like she had studied the art of hospitality.
Having attended to Miss Maggie, she continued with her usual words which she said to everyone she attended to, “Welcome to Jesus Saves food kitchen, how may I….” Melody looked up in time to catch a pair of stunning blue eyes. Its owner seemed a giant of a man, his face, although handsome, with a defined jaw and five-o’clock shadow brushing thin lips and just below a roman nose with a slight bend to it, was hard set. He looked….angry, but it was no normal anger, it was something inside. An anger that resided deep within him, coursing through his veins. In all her time serving in the soup kitchen, she had never seen anyone with this sort of anger…of pain…..and it was just as well, because she very well knew she had never seen him.
She shook away the thoughts rolling in her head and regained her smile, “Welcome to Jesus Saves food kitchen sir, what will you be having?”
The man, rather than answer, chose to run his cold eyes over her. She didn’t know if he thought she looked out of place here, or he just didn’t like her, but she felt self-conscious in that moment and a little side of her hoped she met with his requirements….whatever they were. His eyes stopped at the name tag on her apron and lingered there for a while.
“Melody, is it?” He asked.
Though a lot of the people who came here for a meal were familiar with her, those who weren’t regulars never really cared for her name, the fact that this man bothered to check made her feel a certain way, “Yes, sir. What will you need?” She asked.
He handed her his paper plate, “Give me whatever you can; I don’t have any allergies and I’m a big guy, so, you know what to do.” He responded.
She nodded in reply and proceeded to dish him a little of everything, from mashed potatoes to collard greens, bacon…whatever was on display.
She handed the plate over to him, “Here you go sir.”
Rather than take what she offered though, he asked, “Melody, you sing good?” He asked.
There was a slight accent to his speech, though she couldn’t quite place the region he must have come from. A demure smile came upon her face, “My parents wish I did, but no, I can’t sing a note to save my life. Ironical, huh?” She asked.
He nodded, “You might say that.” He responded.
