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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
He continued to pray about their relationship, turning his emotions over to God. He was starting to feel desperate to know which Marcail was really his wife. Unfortunately the events of the morning church service would only cause that desperate feeling to intensify.
Alex met all of Riggs family, and that was no small group. They were a cheerful, warm bunch, and Alex was grateful for their welcome. He also met many of Marcails church family. Marcail had told him that Pastor Keller was an excellent Bible teacher, and Alex found himself looking forward to the sermon.
But before it began, Marcail, Kaitlin, and Sean all rose from their seats and moved to the front. Alex saw in an instant that they were going to sing. He knew Marcail had a nice voice, but he also knew how soft it was and wondered if they would even hear her at the back of the church.
They started with a Hawaiian hymn. It was beautiful, and the room was utterly still when Sean soloed. He was a perfect tenor, and Alex couldnt decide which he liked more, Seans solo or the three voices blended together in perfect harmony. But this was before their second song, an English hymn, during which Alex heard his wifes true solo voice for the first time.
She soloed for two of the verses, and he discovered she had one of the purest, highest soprano voices hed ever heard. The pews on which the congregation sat literally vibrated with her high notes. Alex was still taking it all in when Marcail returned to sit beside him.
In his confusion, Alex didnt enjoy the sermon nearly as much as hed anticipated, or the lunch with the family at Riggs parents farm afterward. In fact, Alex spent the day under a painful cloud, which he tried to hide by smiling until his face hurt.
Marcail, who was having the time of her life now that she was home, didnt notice that the smile didnt reach Alexs eyes. Not until they returned to the house in the late afternoon and Alex told everyone he was going to take a walk did Marcail stop to think about how quiet he had been all day.
Rigg usually put the kids to bed, but tonight he and Marcail were alone in the kitchen. Katie felt it was best to leave them. Sensing the need for privacy as well, Sean and Charlie put the children to bed with their cousins and stayed in the living room with Katie.
The talk beyond the kitchen door began very lightly, but Riggs heart was so burdened by what hed seen on Alexs face during the morning service that he had determined to have a serious talk with his young sister-in-law.
Was it good to have the school year end? Rigg asked some minutes into the conversation.