It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas (Reads) GIVEAWAY: Season of Memories

Season of Memories

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SEASON OF MEMORIES by Jennifer Rodewald
SERIES: Murphy Brothers Stories #9
GENRE: Inspirational Contemporary Romance
PUBLISHER: Rooted Publishing
RELEASE DATE: December 8, 2022
PAGES: 184

“There had been grace. Great grace . . . The kind of grace that changed a life. His life.”

Kevin and Helen Murphy have seen good times, and they’ve gone through dark valleys. In their nearly forty years of marriage, they’ve raised seven boys, built two thriving businesses, and witnessed time and again the wonder of God’s faithful love.

When a health crisis puts the entire family on high alarm, the memories begin to flow.

Witness their story—the highs and the lows—as the Murphys walk through this tender and poignant season of memories.

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“Hang on, Dad.” Tyler’s voice rumbled above him. Seemed like it came from a long distance. And why from above? He and Ty were nearly the same height.

“Ambulance is on its way . . .”

It’d been a very long time since he’d ridden in an ambulance. Since Connor had been a swell in Helen’s belly. That had been the turning point. The catalyst.

Beauty from ashes . . .

“Hang on, Dad.”

Emotion cracked in his son’s voice, pulling an ache from Kevin’s soul. Ty had already lost so much in life, and his fall into darkness had been nearly as severe as Kevin’s had once been. He hadn’t wanted any of his boys to stumble down the path of addiction that he’d trod. Had prayed from the moment he’d truly become a praying man that they wouldn’t. Watching Ty do so had been excruciating.

Please, God, don’t let him go down that road again . . .

“Just, hang on. I’ll tell Mom to meet us . . .”

Helen. His beloved. Her darling image drifted into his mind, easing the pain seizing his heart. She was his sunshine. His favorite.

He’d come so very close to destroying her. Truth be told, he had wrecked her. He’d wrecked them. There was no earthly reason that Kevin, let alone his marriage, should have survived those years. He shouldn’t have even made it into that ambulance alive.

It had been a miracle. Two miracles wrapped up in one. A second chance at life and love—one he hadn’t deserved.

Remember grace . . .

The scream of sirens broke through Kevin’s dimming consciousness, a faded, surreal sound that came from the distant past as much as it did from that moment.

“God, please . . .” Tears salted Ty’s whispered prayer.

Kevin forced his mind to focus on reaching for his boy. He gripped the neck of the man who held him against his burly chest. The man who had once been his little boy, a baby he could remember holding because he’d been sober by then.

“Ty.”

“Yeah, Dad. I’ve got you. Stay with me, okay?”

Another groan escaped as Kevin exhaled through the pain. He didn’t want to die like this—with his son holding on to him. It would rock his core. Ty had already passed through a fire, walking through a story Kevin hadn’t wanted for him.

He hadn’t wanted any of the hard things his boys had journeyed through.

Even so. Remember . . .

There had been grace. Great grace. The sort of grace that had reached a drunken young man who was destroying his life and his young family. The kind of grace that changed a life.

His life.

That undefined thread of something strong and not good loosened its noose. Kevin exhaled a ragged breath. It was long overdue—this releasing.

The Lord is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in good.

Still true. Though they’d passed through rough waters—several times over, He had been there. Every time.

Bless the Lord, oh my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name.

He hadn’t been doing so well on that one lately. Not truly, in the depths of his heart. But if this was to be his dying day . . .

Kevin moved his hand until he cupped the back of Tyler’s head. His son folded until his forehead pressed against Kevin’s.

“Dad . . .”

“God is good.” Kevin breathed out those last three words before the inky blackness claimed him.

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