Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Excerpt from Disarming Andi

Here's a little bit from Disarming Andi by Elizabeth Goddard.

Key Verse:

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained; what is man that You take thought of him, and the son of man that You care for him? Psalm 8:3-4

“I haven’t seen her all day,” Vance said.
The brothers grew serious and shared a glance.
“We’d better go check on her,” Lars said.
“So, are you really worried about her?” Vance hurried after them. “You don’t think something could have happened, do you? Her sister called. She was supposed to pick her up.”
Vance joined them on the elevator.
“There are a couple of places that a person wouldn’t want to fall into.”
“What?” Vance’s gut tightened as he looked from one brother to the other. “What places?”
“No point in borrowing trouble.” Karl shrugged.
“Yeah, she’s probably looking around by herself like she always does after we leave.”
“Looking around? For what?” How did they know she looked around after they left if they were gone? Odd.
Neither brother answered, but Vance didn’t miss their shared glance.
While they waited for the doors to open, the thought that Andi could be hurt somewhere on the missile launch center crept over Vance. He shoved it away. Like Karl said. No point in borrowing trouble. But if something had happened to her. . .
His concerns over his job and the tricky game he played with the algorithm meant nothing to him. He had to find Andi, make sure she was all right. She already meant way too much to him. Never mind that she’d built a barrier he couldn’t seem to scale. Never mind that it was obvious she and God weren’t on good terms.
At the moment, he cared about nothing except finding her.

Question of the Day. Have you ever star-gazed and thought about how big God is? What reminds you of God's amazing power?

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1 comment:

  1. Standing on the shores of Lake Superior listening to the waves slap and scrape on the rocky shore always makes me feel small and reminds me how big God is. The fresh breezes, the endless sky, the intricacies of the lichen that grow on the rocks. God is so immense, and yet so incredibly detailed.

    And the prairie does the same thing to me. As a Kansas girl transplanted to MN, I love to get away to real, unspoiled prairie and take in the rolling, endless sea of grasses. I'm sure there is a prairie in heaven. :)