Janelle Trent has been desperately trying to have a baby. Can she surrender to God when the treatments don’t work?
Kevin Trent loves his wife, baby or not. Can he show his wife that they already are a family? Or, will he walk away, taking with him all their hopes and dreams?
Can two people in love move past heartache to find each other, and possibly a miracle, again? Sometimes we search so hard but are unable to see that we already have Love’s Blessings.
In case you don’t know, MG and me and Joely Sue Burkhart are the Sisters of the Severed Hand. IOW, I can’t really be partial, can I?
So I’m not giving Love’s Blessings a grade. I’m just going to tell you what I liked about it.
It’s an contemporary, inspirational short. That is three strikes against it already, frankly, because I don’t read contemps unless they have para/suspense elements, I’ve never read an inspy before this and I don’t like shorts.
I enjoyed it anyway, for what it is: A short, sweet story about a couple who loved each other but lost sight of it.
It’s not perfect. I think that there’s a little too much of telling rather than showing towards the end. And it’s a little rushed too.
But hey, it’s less than USD1.50. Why not give it a try?
We have an exclusive excerpt below the cut.
“Kevin? Are you home?” Janelle called, as she closed the front door behind her. She had seen his work truck in the driveway, but sometimes he drove in with a friend, so she could never be sure.
He isn’t home, big surprise. Janelle felt that Kevin was working later and later these days, but maybe she only imagined it because they were both avoiding each other. It seemed the only things they were intimate with these days were her daily shots and doctors’ offices. It’ll be worth it, though. He’ll see.
When this whole infertility thing had started, she and Kevin had been so taken aback. There was no history of such a thing in their families, and none of the tests revealed anything in particular as being wrong with them. They both wanted children so much. They had been married five years by the time they admitted that it wasn’t working on their own.
She and Kevin were both stubborn people and they were determined they could get this right. They had charted and learned more than they ever wanted to know about basal body temperatures, cervical mucous and many other fertility signs. It still hadn’t worked, so they turned to the recommended specialist. Thus began Janelle’s daily commitment to giving herself shots and taking whatever meds she required.
In the beginning, Kevin would give the shots to her. He said he wanted to be part of the process and help her, since she was taking the pain for both of them. After their second try, he tried to keep it up but just slowly stopped and let her do it. Janelle thought it was partly because he was discouraged, but partly because she was pushing him away, needing taking it on herself. Maybe if she did it, the whole thing would work. Or at least, that was what she told herself.
Now after the last treatment, their fourth, he didn’t even come to the consult. He said he had to work, but she knew he just couldn’t hear the bad news anymore. He said it was tearing him apart to watch her agonize every day over the results. She didn’t even let the doctor call her with them now. It was part of her ritual to go to the doctor’s office. She was afraid of doing anything differently.
Janelle even prayed the same way now. Always the same, as if God would hear her more clearly that way. She knew she’d lost sight of something, but in her grief about her childlessness, she didn’t know what and was too tired to figure it out.