I drop off the donuts still questioning the meaning of this morning’s donut quest. Is it about sacrifice? None of this was convenient for me. Is it about following God’s plan instead of my own? About listening when guidance is offered?
“I do a pretty good imitation of my mom.” She adopted what Hallie assumed was her mother’s stance and demeanor as she pretended to hold a phone to her ear. “Yes, this is Kristina Blaisdell, Rebecca Purdue’s mother. Rebecca isn’t feeling well today and won’t be at school.”
Hider in the House: Episode Nine Hallie’s heart beat so fast she could hear blood rushing through her veins. Her fight or flight response kicked in at the same time she knew flight was not possible. Neither, she was afraid, was fight. The door closed with soft click. A girl…
what if I couldn’t do any of those things? What if I was trapped in a house, in my room, in my bed, alone and in pain? What if I couldn’t bathe myself? What if getting to the toilet required a monumental effort equaled only by getting back to my bed afterward?