Chapters (241)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- sixty-one
- epilogue
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
- Prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- epilogue
- Sean Donovan
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
- prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- epilogue
- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sean was intent on his work when Charlie arrived, and not wanting to startle him or cause an accident, Charlie waited for him to notice her. When he finally glanced her way, she raised the box excitedly, telling him hed received a package.
Charlie turned and walked over to put the box on their lunch table. Sean followed her, and Charlie stood back while he worked over the string. She watched as he unwrapped a book. It took her a moment to realize that it was a Bible.
Any words that Charlie might have uttered deserted her as she watched Sean lift the book to his chest. He held it in his arms like the cherished possession that it was. His eyes were shut, and Charlie watched as a single small tear slid out one corner.
Only a minute or two passed before Sean composed himself and sat down to read the letter he found inside, but Charlie could have sworn it had been an eternity. The sight of her husband hugging his Bible and crying would be imprinted on her mind for the rest of her years.
What was in this Bible that Sean found so dear, or was it just that he had heard from his family? It was a question that hung in Charlies mind even as she sat on the crate next to her husband and waited until he was finished reading.
My dearest Sean,
There are no words to describe how we felt about your letter. You can imagine how weve prayed and longed to see you. I cant think straight when I imagine you with a rope around your neck. We would love to meet Charlotte and thank her for your life. (We thank God too.) If I understand you correctly, you didnt know Charlotte before you were married. Is that right? Please tell me more when you write back.
Marcail is working on a letter to you, and in fact it might arrive before this package. I took the liberty of sending your Bible; I knew you would want it.
You were so young when you left here that its hard to envision you married. Is there anyone else who could watch the livery so you could both come to Santa Rosa for a visit? We would love to have you for as long as you could stay.
Gretchen and Molly are doing wellin fact everyone is on their feet except me. Im still resting from having miscarried a baby. It was hard to lose this baby. We were so excited about him, and even though I was only three months along, this tiny infant was already a part of my heart. I know, however, that Gods will is perfect. There have been tears, but Rigg and I are comforted in the fact that all through Scripture we read that our God is a righteous and fair God. Knowing this, we believe with all our hearts that this unborn baby is with Him.