I loved this story! Finally, a Christian romance that showed couples with issues working their way through them. They sought prayer, meditation, scripture and advice from Godly friends and mentors — just as the Bible instructs us to do in our daily lives. And, despite the fact that there was much soul searching going on in this book, there was also much action and much story. Vanessa Miller is an excellent writer. I highly recommend this book. It is a page turner that kept me riveted in my seat.
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and the book:
Whitaker House (September 1, 2010)
***Special thanks to Cathy Hickling of Whitaker House for sending me a review copy.***
Vanessa Miller is a best-selling author, playwright, and motivational speaker. She started writing as a child, spending countless hours either reading or writing poetry, short stories, stage plays and novels. Vanessaâ€™s creative endeavors took on new meaning in 1994 when she became a Christian. Since then, her writing has been centered on themes of redemption, often focusing on characters facing multi-dimensional struggles. Readers and critics alike have responded with overwhelming affirmation with her work topping several bestsellers lists and receiving numerous awards including â€œBest Christian Fiction Mahogany Awardâ€ and the â€œRed Rose Award for Excellence in Christian Fiction.â€ Her first Whitaker House book, Yesterdayâ€™s Promise debuted at #1 on the Black Christian News Networkâ€™s Bestsellers List.
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List Price: $9.99
Paperback: 240 pages
Publisher: Whitaker House (September 1, 2010)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
â€œOur wedding is next week, Michael. How can you possibly have cold feet now?â€ Serenity Williams asked her fiancÃ© with her hands on her hips.
â€œThis isnâ€™t about cold feet, Serenity. Youâ€™re not listening to me. Iâ€™m telling you, I canâ€™t marry you. Iâ€™ve been trying to convince myself for weeks that it will work, but I realize now that it wonâ€™t.â€
This was not happening to her. This was some crazy dream that she was going to wake up from any minute, because there was no way that the good reverend, Dr. Michael Randolphâ€”the man she loved and had been planning to marry for the past three yearsâ€”could be standing in front of her one week before the wedding, trying to call it off. But, just in case this wasnâ€™t a dream, Serenity decided to play along. â€œOkay, Michael. Please tell me exactly what I havenâ€™t been listening to.â€
Michael took off his black fedora, revealing his full head of wavy, black hair. â€œCan you sit down on the couch with me so we can talk?â€
She didnâ€™t want to sit down and talk; she wanted to get married. Michael owed her a wedding. After all, she had spent five years with this man. They had dated for two years and then gotten engaged. That had been three years ago. She had told her friends that she and Michael had decided to wait until his ministry got off the ground before getting married, but, in truth, it had been Michaelâ€™s decision to wait. Now that his ministry was growing, what did he want her to doâ€”wait another five years so he could work on expanding his church so that it reached megachurch status?
Michael sat down on the couch and held out his hand, gesturing for Serenity to join him.
She sat down next to him but said nothing.
â€œSerenity, the first thing you need to understand is that I love you more than life itself. It is because of how much I love you that I canâ€™t go through with this marriage.â€
When am I going to wake up? Serenity held up her hand. â€œWait a minute, now. Iâ€™m totally confused. Are you really telling me that you canâ€™t marry me because you love me too much?â€
â€œLet me finish, honey,â€ Michael said. He took a deep breath and then trod on. â€œWeâ€™ve put off our wedding for three years now, because Iâ€™ve been hoping youâ€™ll get over your competitive ways. Itâ€™s this constant rivalry between us thatâ€™s driving me crazy. Iâ€™m afraid that the love I have for you will fade because of the competitive spirit you have.â€
â€œThe competitive spirit I have?â€ Serenity exploded as she stood up. â€œIâ€™m not in competition with anybody. Iâ€™m just doing what God has called me to do.â€
â€œThatâ€™s what you tell people. But itâ€™s obvious that you are competitive. You wouldnâ€™t be where you are today if you werenâ€™t.â€
â€œOkay, so what if I am a little competitive? What does that have to do with you and me? Youâ€™re the pastor of a church. I donâ€™t have a church; I travel all over the world preaching, and I have a television ministry.â€
â€œSee? Thatâ€™s what I mean,â€ he said, pointing at her. Then, he stood up, too. â€œYouâ€™re always throwing the fact that you have a TV ministry in my face. And you love it when other preachers invite you to speak at their churches. Youâ€™ve even been trying to get behind my pulpit for the past year.â€
â€œThat is not true. I have never asked to preach at your church. I have more speaking engagements than I can accept in a year, so I certainly donâ€™t need to beg anybody for the opportunity to preach.â€
â€œSee, there you go again. Every time you open your mouth, itâ€™s always to say something about what youâ€™re doing in ministry and how youâ€™re in such high demand.â€
It wasnâ€™t true. Serenity had never bragged about her ministry. At least, not in the way Michael was making it sound like she did. Yes, she was grateful that God had allowed her ministry to grow in the manner in which it had over the last two years. And, yes, she expressed that gratitude to anyone who would listen. But she wasnâ€™t bragging. She was trying to communicate to others that she understood how blessed she was. Serenityâ€™s father was a bishop who presided over seven megachurches and ten smaller to medium-sized ones. He had often tried to get her to take over one of his churches as a pastor, but she didnâ€™t believe that God was leading her in that direction.
She had stepped out in faith when sheâ€™d started her television ministry on a newly developed cable channel. Her television program was part Oprah, part Joyce Meyer in style. She interviewed many pastors and teachers of the gospel. And then, when she was invited to minister, she brought along her camera crew and broadcast those events on her program, as well. She and Michael had discussed the format of her show at its inception. At the time, he had thought it was a great idea. Heâ€™d even told her that he could see her show going big time.
He just hadnâ€™t told her that, when it did, he would hold it against her. â€œMichael, please donâ€™t do this. Maybe we need to see a marriage counselor so we can work this out before the wedding.â€
â€œDonâ€™t you find the fact that we need a marriage counselor before we even get married a bit ludicrous?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know about that. What definitely seems ludicrous to me is the fact that youâ€™re jealous of a ministry that Godâ€™s hand is on.â€ She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, and said, â€œLook, Michael. Iâ€™m thirty-four years old. Youâ€™re forty-two. We both agreed that now is the perfect time for us to have children. Iâ€™ve waited for you for five years. Why are you backing out now?â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry, Serenity. I just canâ€™t marry someone whose ministry overshadows my own. The next thing I know, people will be calling me â€˜Mr. Williamsâ€™ instead of â€˜Pastor Randolph.â€™â€ He shook his head. â€œI just canâ€™t deal with that.â€
This was realâ€”Michael was calling off their weddingâ€”and Serenity felt as if her world was coming to an end. â€œWhat do you want me to do, Michael? Do you want me to give up my TV ministry? Is that it?â€
He put his hat back on. â€œNo. That wonâ€™t work. Youâ€™ve created such a following now that, even if you werenâ€™t on TV, preachers would still be calling for you to speak at their conferences.â€
â€œI donâ€™t understand. I thought you loved me.â€
Michael didnâ€™t respond. He picked up his car keys and walked out of the house without looking back.
If he had turned around, he would have seen the tears that flowed down Serenityâ€™s face and the longing that she felt way down deep in her heart. But Michael didnâ€™t care about that. He cared only about being â€œovershadowed.â€ Why hadnâ€™t she seen this coming? Her best friend, Melinda Marks, had tried to warn her two years ago, when sheâ€™d said, â€œTrying to do the will of God and the will of your man gets hard sometimes.â€
At the time, Serenity had thought that Melinda was referring to her relationship with Bishop Steven Marks. Steven and Melinda had been engaged long ago, but Steven had felt that he couldnâ€™t marry a woman who wanted to preach the gospel rather than stay at home and be a wife and mother. So, heâ€™d called off their wedding. But Godâ€™s will had prevailed in that situation, and Steven and Melinda had finally gotten married eighteen months ago.
As she wiped the tears from her eyes, Serenity told herself not to worry. Michael would come to his senses, and they would be married on Saturday, as planned.
But on Thursday, her father, Bishop Lawrence Williams, called and informed her that Michaelâ€™s secretary was phoning everyone on the guest list and letting them know that the wedding had been cancelled. Thatâ€™s when Serenity finally faced the fact that Michael wasnâ€™t coming back. He had allowed his ego to override their love, and she was crushed.
â€œWhy didnâ€™t you tell me, sweetheart?â€ her father asked.
â€œI thought he would change his mind. I just didnâ€™t believe he was serious.â€
Serenity had been calling Michael for the past three days, leaving messages on his answering machine and voice mail, letting him know that she still loved him, and that she still wanted to go through with the wedding. Why should she have to wait ten years for Michael to come to his senses, as Melinda had done with Steven? Serenity was convinced that if they just went ahead and got married, they would be able to work everything out later.
â€œWhy is he doing this?â€ her father asked, cutting in on her thoughts.
â€œHe says Iâ€™m too competitiveâ€”that he canâ€™t marry a woman who overshadows him and his ministry.â€
â€œOh, sweetheart, Iâ€™m so sorry to hear that. But if thatâ€™s the way he feels, then he doesnâ€™t deserve you. I believe that, if youâ€™re meant to marry a preacher, God will send one who can handle your anointing.â€
Serenity didnâ€™t respond to her fatherâ€™s remark, and they brought their conversation to an end. But, by the time she had hung up the phone, she had made a very clear resolution. She wouldnâ€™t waste another minute of her life on another ego-driven preacher.
Pastor Phillip McKnight was a man who had been greatly blessed by God. There was no other explanation for the extraordinary life heâ€™d led. Heâ€™d played sixteen years of professional football, being traded only twice and winning a Super Bowl championship with both teams. The last team heâ€™d played for had been the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Heâ€™d been thirty-seven and still fit enough to play, if heâ€™d wanted, when heâ€™d voluntarily retired. But Phillip had other things on his mind. Heâ€™d earned millions of dollars from his winning football career, and now he wanted to live out the rest of his life serving God and winning souls for the kingdom.
When he arrived at the new building of the church he pastored, New Destiny, he entered, eager to check on the progress of the construction workers. He had given up a lot to build this church, but he had no regrets. In his lifetime, he had experienced fame and fortune, the likes of which most people only dream about. But none of the things he had accomplished ever truly fulfilled him. Then, one day, heâ€™d met Jesus, and it was as if the blinders came off. He began to see things so much more clearly. He received new direction for his life.
Jimmy Dayton, the foreman for the construction company, met Phillip in the fellowship hall. â€œIâ€™ve got something to show you,â€ he told him excitedly.
â€œLead the way,â€ Phillip said, hoping that at least one of the rooms in the church was finally finished. They had been making plans for the building for a year and a half, but construction hadnâ€™t started until nine months ago. Right now, New Destiny was holding its services in a high school gymnasium, and he was getting ready to come home.
Jimmy opened the double doors to the sanctuary, and Phillip walked in, his eyes beholding the beauty of the navy blue wall-to-wall carpet and the matching cushioned pews, which spanned the three-thousand-seat sanctuary. The glass podium heâ€™d ordered was in the pulpit area, waiting for him to stand behind it and preach the Word. He turned to Jimmy. â€œThis looks incredible! What else is finished?â€
â€œJust your office, but the structure is solid enough for your congregation to have services here soon.â€
â€œThis is the best news Iâ€™ve had all week!â€ Phillip exclaimed. â€œIâ€™m glad I stopped by today. How soon can we start holding our services in here?â€ He couldnâ€™t keep the excitement out of his voice.
â€œProbably in about two weeks or so,â€ Jimmy said. â€œWe need to get a couple more things done before the safety inspection.â€
â€œOkayâ€”but hurry up! I canâ€™t wait to have our services in this sanctuary,â€ Phillip said before heading for his new office, where he sat down behind the desk. He finally felt like they were making progress. That sense of satisfaction enabled him to take out the envelope heâ€™d been carrying around all day in his pocket and put it on his desk. He looked at the envelope for a full ten minutes before picking it up and opening it.
Slowly, he unfolded the divorce decree and stared at it for a few moments before throwing it back on his desk. Then, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and prayed for strength.
No, this man is not keeping me waiting like this, Serenity thought as she looked at her diamond-studded Gucci watch. It was one of her favorite accessories. The watch had been priced at two grand, but Serenity had talked the store manager into halving the price. Her father always told her that a woman should treat herself to something special every now and then. So, while sheâ€™d been on her honeymoon in the Bahamasâ€”without the groomâ€”sheâ€™d purchased this gorgeous watch without a second thought. She loved the look and feel of Gucci on her wrist.
But her beautiful timepiece was telling her that her interviewee was twenty minutes late. The infamous Pastor Phillip McKnight had cancelled the interview theyâ€™d scheduled for two weeks ago so that he and a group of evangelists, ministers, and church members could travel to Port-au-Prince, Haiti, to help with the disaster relief efforts after the terrible earthquake that had racked the country and claimed so many lives. Serenity wholeheartedly understood Pastor McKnightâ€™s desire to be in Haiti during the countryâ€™s time of need. She had even set up a disaster relief fund on her own Web site, encouraging the viewers of her Christian television show, Walk This Way, to donate money. But Pastor McKnight had been back in the States for three days now. What in the world could have caused him to be late for their rescheduled meeting?
Serenity hadnâ€™t wanted to interview Pastor McKnight in the first place. She was more comfortable with female preachers and teachers on her show, and she thought that her viewership, consisting predominantly of young to middle-aged women, would benefit most from hearing about the accomplishments and visions of other women around their age. But her producer kept telling her that women were also interested in men who served the Lord. So, here she was, being mistreated by another arrogant pastor who thought the world revolved around his inflated head.
Well, enough was enough. Serenity would not wait a second longer. She was going to gather up her camera crew and head back to Chicago. But, as she stood up, the office door opened, and a broad-shouldered man with skin the color of milk chocolate rushed through it. She had seen Pastor McKnight on television when heâ€™d played for Tampa, but that football helmet must have blocked her view, because she had never imagined that the man was this fine in the flesh. Serenity sat back down and tried to process everything she knew about Pastor Phillip McKnight. He was a former football player whoâ€™d started building the church he now pastored a year before retiring from the NFL. She also knew that he was divorced.
â€œSorry Iâ€™m so late,â€ he said with an apologetic smile. â€œI got a flat tire on the interstate and had to change it.â€
That explained the dirt smudges she saw on his dress shirt. â€œI thought you forgot about our interview,â€ Serenity said, not willing to let him off the hook too easily.
Phillip stretched out his hand, and she took it. As they shook, Phillip said, â€œI could never forget an appointment with Serenity Williams. Even four flat tires couldnâ€™t keep me away.â€
Serenity pulled her hand out of his grip. The man was charming, but he was a preacher, and that made her mistrustful. It also made him off-limits. Ever since that swollen-headed reverend, Michael Randolph, had dumped her because her ministry was more successful than his, she had sworn off preachers. Even her brother, Larry the egomaniac, freely admitted that he wouldnâ€™t be able to handle a wife who made more money or was better known than he. Falling in love with a preacher was for women who looked good in straitjackets and liked padded rooms. Best just to get this interview over with and forget sheâ€™d ever met Pastor Phillip McKnight. â€œSo, would you like to talk in here first, or would you like to show the camera crew around the church so they can shoot some footage for the show?â€
â€œUmmâ€¦well, Iâ€”I guess we could talk first, ifâ€”if thatâ€™s okay with you,â€ Phillip said.
â€œAre you sure, Pastor McKnight? Because, if youâ€™d rather work with the film crew first, Iâ€™m okay with that.â€
â€œNo, noâ€”please, sit back down. Iâ€™d like nothing more than to speak with you right now.â€ He sat down behind his desk and then said, â€œI forgot to charge my cell phone.â€
What does that have to do with anything? Serenity wondered as she looked at him with questioning eyes.
Phillip pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and set it on his desk. â€œI would have called to tell you that I was going to be late, but my cell died on me.â€
â€œOkay,â€ Serenity said. She had already moved on and wished heâ€™d do the same. She pulled her notepad and pen out of her purse. â€œThis is a pretty big church building for such a young ministry. Most preachers begin their ministries in storefronts or other smaller locales. What made you decide to go so big so soon?â€
â€œNo small talk, no chitchat; just get straight down to business, huh?â€
Serenity put down her notepad. â€œI wasnâ€™t trying to rush you, Pastor McKnight. Itâ€™s just that my father taught me about the value of time, and I try not to waste it.â€
â€œYour father seems like a wise man. Thatâ€™s why I have a meeting scheduled with him next week. Iâ€™ll be sure to let him know that his daughter still follows his advice.â€
Serenityâ€™s curiosity was piqued. She wanted to know why Pastor Phillip McKnight would leave the warmth of Tampa, Florida, to come to Chicago during the season of snowstorms and winter chills, but she didnâ€™t ask. Instead, she said, â€œMake sure to bring a heavy coat and a pair of gloves. They donâ€™t call it the Windy City for nothing.â€
â€œI plan to. Your father already warned me about the weather. But he promised that your mother would fix a warm meal for my trouble.â€
With a furrowed brow, Serenity said, â€œMy mother normally tells me when she and my father are hosting out-of-town guests. Iâ€™m surprised she didnâ€™t say anything about your visit.â€ Then, as if shaking off the shocking news, she picked her notepad back up. â€œShall we continue, then, Pastor McKnight?â€
Phillip put his elbows on his desk and smiled at her. â€œWould you do me a favor?â€ he asked.
â€œThat depends. What do you need?â€ she asked with a wary grin on her face.
â€œWould you please call me Phillip? I donâ€™t think we need to be so formal, especially since Iâ€™ll be meeting your parents next week.â€
Okay, the suspense was killing her. There was no way she was going to be able to wait until she was finished with her work to call her mother and find out why Phillip was coming to dinner. â€œSo, why are you and my father getting together next week?â€
â€œI guess Iâ€™m kind of looking for a spiritual father, of sorts. Iâ€™ve been a pastor for only two years, and Iâ€™m getting to the point where I really need some godly guidance and mentoring.â€
â€œAre you saying that youâ€™ve decided to voluntarily bring the church you built under another manâ€™s leadership?â€
Phillip shook his head. â€œI donâ€™t see it as the church I built. This church was built by God and the people of God, and I just want to continue to honor Him in all that we do.â€
Most of the pastors Serenity knew werenâ€™t eager to submit themselves to another manâ€™s leadership. Michael, for example, had always complained about the things her father would ask him to do when heâ€™d presided over Michaelâ€™s church. Even her thickheaded brother complained about their dad poking his nose into his business from time to time. Serenity had to admit, Pastor Phillip McKnight seemed somewhat different. But there had to be something wrong with himâ€”after all, his ex-wife had left him for some reason, right?
Serenity had finally agreed to do this interview in part because sheâ€™d figured it would give her an opportunity to show her viewers how egotistical and pride-filled Pastor McKnight was. This might just be her chance. She leaned closer to Phillip and, in the most innocent voice she could muster, said, â€œYou sound like a reasonable man, Pastor McKnight. One would wonder why your wife divorced you.â€
Phillip flinched, then said, â€œIâ€™ve got an idea. Why donâ€™t you wait for me in the sanctuary? Iâ€™ll change my shirt, and then we can give the camera crew a tour of the facility while you interview me about the ministry.â€
She didnâ€™t miss his emphasis on â€œabout the ministry,â€ and she was immediately horrified at what sheâ€™d said.
Phillip had changed the subject, and she was more than willing to move away from it, as well. â€œYou keep extra shirts at work?â€ she asked.
Phillip stood up and pointed at the dirt spots on his shirt. â€œNever know when Iâ€™ll get all grimy changing a tire.â€
â€œMy father keeps extra clothes at his church office, too.â€
â€œSmart man,â€ Phillip said.
She laughed as she stood up. â€œOkay, Iâ€™ll wait for you in the sanctuary.â€
Before she could turn away, Phillip said, â€œYou have a beautiful smile, Serenity. You should always keep a smile on your face.â€
The compliment made Serenity uncomfortable. She turned and headed out the door as quick as her three-inch heels would carry her.
Why did I say that? Phillip wanted to bash himself in the head for speaking like that to a woman who obviously wanted nothing to do with him. Serenity Williams had practically run out of his office, as if heâ€™d told her he had swine flu or something.
Phillip took off his soiled shirt, reached into his closet, and grabbed a blue button-down. As he put it on and then turned to the mirror to examine himself, his thoughts turned back to Serenity. He had been watching her program for more than a month nowâ€”not every day, but he made a point to watch whenever he could. Somehow, heâ€™d never imagined that her hazel eyes would sparkle as brightly as they did in person. And that smile of hers almost took his breath away. Actually, Phillip wished it had taken his breath away, for then, he wouldnâ€™t have been able to embarrass himself with stupid talk.
How could he have come on to Serenity like some high school jock with a crush on the prom queen? He lightly slapped his cheeks with his fingertips. â€œGet yourself together. Go out there and act in a professional manner,â€ he instructed himself, pointing a finger at his reflection in the mirror.
Phillip left his office, determined to conduct himself in an upright way. Serenity might very well be one of the most beautiful women heâ€™d seen in a long time, but he was a man of God, and he knew how to control himself. â€œOkay,â€ Phillip said, clasping his hands together as he stood in the sanctuary, looking from Serenity to the camera crew. â€œIs everybody ready to get this tour started?â€
â€œWe sure are.â€ Serenity stood up and introduced Phillip to the camera crew, which consisted of two guys. â€œThis is Lenny,â€ she said as she pointed to a tall, slim Conan Oâ€™Brien look-alike. â€œHeâ€™ll be snapping pictures.â€ She then pointed to a slightly balding African-American man wearing blue jeans and a shirt with palm trees on it. â€œBob will be shooting all the footage.â€
â€œHello, Lenny. Hello, Bob.â€ Phillip nodded at each man.
â€œSo, where do you want to start?â€ Serenity asked him.
â€œWell, youâ€™re already in my pride and joy.â€ Phillip lifted his arms and did a full circle on the plush carpet of the sanctuary. â€œThis is the first space that was finished, after the office complex. We wanted to be able to have services here, even while the construction crew was pounding their way through the rest of the building.â€
Serenity looked from the pulpit to the many pews that lined the first floor and then to the balcony. â€œThis is a beautiful sanctuary. I love the navy and burgundy colors you chose. Very bold, but still warm and inviting.â€ She turned to Phillip and asked, â€œHow many people can you fit in this sanctuary?â€
â€œIt seats about three thousand.â€
â€œFor such a young ministry, that is an awful lot of members to have.â€
â€œOh, we have only about eighteen hundred members, but I believe that we will quickly grow into the place.â€
â€œSources have said that you put up five million of your own money for this project, but Iâ€™m surprised that a bank would loan you the rest of the money you needed without the membership to back it up,â€ Serenity said.
â€œIâ€™m still raising capital to finish the building. Weâ€™re a work in progress, as you will see.â€
â€œSo, the bank wouldnâ€™t loan you the money?â€
â€œWeâ€™re in a recession. They loaned me half of what I needed, and I have to come up with the other half.â€
â€œBut youâ€™ve already put up so much of your own money. Do you think youâ€™ll get to a point where youâ€™ll say enough is enough?â€
Shaking his head, Phillip said, â€œI would give that and much more to the vision God gave me.â€ What he didnâ€™t say, though, was that following Godâ€™s purpose for his life had already cost him dearly. He had been willing to give the money, but watching his wife walk out the door had been the hardest thing heâ€™d ever done. â€œLetâ€™s move forward, shall we?â€
Phillip led them to the office suite and let them snap pictures of the staff members as they went about their various tasks. Then, he showed them the spaces that would one day be the youth center, additional classrooms, and the fitness room.
â€œI have never seen a fitness room in a church complex,â€ Serenity said, signaling Lenny to continue snapping pictures of the equipment.
Phillip picked a fifty-pound weight off the floor and put it back on the rack where it belonged. Although the room was not yet finished, several men in the church had set up the equipment and begun using it, anyway. Guys didnâ€™t need muchâ€”just some barbells and a bench press. Ladies, on the other hand, would want to pretty the room up, get rid of the dust and clutter, hang mirrors, and so forth. â€œI believe in the importance of staying in shapeâ€”taking care of Godâ€™s temple,â€ he said.
â€œI guess you do,â€ Serenity said with a thoughtful look on her face. Then, she snapped back into professional mode with another question. â€œSo, what does a day in the life of Phillip McKnight look like?â€
â€œIâ€™m not very complex. I get up around six in the morning. I go for a run, then I dig into the Word of God and pray, have a quick breakfast, and come to the church. Once Iâ€™m at church, I either plan my sermon or do some other work around here.â€
â€œSpeaking of your sermon,â€ Serenity said, â€œwhat time do you want us back here tonight so that Bob can film the message?â€
â€œThe service begins at seven, but I normally donâ€™t start preaching until about seven forty-five.â€
â€œOkay,â€ Serenity said as she held out her hand to shake Phillipâ€™s. â€œI think we got some good footage today. So, weâ€™ll wrap up for now and finish everything this evening.â€
As Phillip took Serenityâ€™s hand in his, he had to remind himself that this was a business meeting and not a first date. He wanted to kiss her hand, but he restrained himself. When he released her hand, he noticed the Gucci watch on her wrist. His ex-wife had liked expensive things, too, and he couldnâ€™t help wondering if Serenity was just like the woman whoâ€™d left him and taken half of his hard-earned money with her.
This novel is a work of fiction. References to real events, organizations, or places are used in a fictional context. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
All Scripture quotations are taken from the New King James Version, Â© 1979, 1980, 1982, 1984 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
A Love for Tomorrow
Book Two in the Second Chance at Love Series
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Â© 2010 by Vanessa Miller
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A love for tomorrow / by Vanessa Miller.
p. cm. â€” (Second chance at love; bk. 2)
Summary: â€œChristian television show host Serenity Williams is determined never to fall in love with another ego-driven pastor, but then she meets Pastor Phillip McKnight, whose kingdom vision and humble personality begin to change her mindâ€â€”Provided by publisher.
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