What She Left for Me

Tracie Peterson

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When Jana returns from a missions trip, she discovers that her pastor husband has left with his secretary...along with their bank account. Humiliated, penniless, pregnant, and very much alone, Jana reluctantly turns to her mother, Eleanor, in desperation. Eleanor is haunted by her own guilt and pain, and the arrival of her daughter only serves as a daily reminder of the memories she has long kept hidden away. Will a delightfully eccentric aunt become a catalyst between these two women? Will they allow God's spirit--and God's people--to bring true healing...and a future filled with love?

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• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 01 octobre 2005
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441203366
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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© 2005 by Tracie Peterson
Published by Bethany House Publishers
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Lyrics to “Lord, Bless This Little Child” used by permission of Gary Johnson. Reminded of His Goodness Songbook, copyright 1975 Bethany Fellowship, Inc.
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Cover design by Ann Gjeldum
To all who bear their secret shame, who carry the pain of the past, who long to be set free.
Dear Reader,
This story deals with the difficult topics of infidelity and child abuse. I chose to include these issues because of the large numbers of women and girls who are victims in these circumstances. One in four girls will be molested in some manner by the time she reaches age eighteen. This is a crisis that is reaching epidemic proportions, affecting families everywhere–even in the church. My desire is to help readers to better understand the broken and wounded hearts of these women, young and old. Our eyes and hearts need to be opened and prepared to support those who suffer from these emotional and physical traumas. Adultery and child molestation are betrayals of the worst kind, but we Christians need not add to the problem by turning away in fear or revulsion.
While I have carefully developed the story without any graphic references, the implications are there within these pages, and I want readers to be alerted to this prior to reading. Mothers and other caregivers will need to decide if the story is appropriate for their teenage girls.
My hope and prayer with What She Left for Me is that readers will learn and grow along with my characters and that all of us will learn to reach out with healing and love to friends and family who may be on a similar journey.
Tracie Peterson
One
There are worse things than death.
Jana McGuire had heard this phrase so often in her life. Her mother had chanted it like a mantra whenever something unpleasant happened to upset Jana. And now it was all Jana could think of. That voice. That tone, which wavered somewhere between accusation and disgust. Her mother had never shown any sympathy for Jana’s fears or hurts. For as long as she could remember, her mother had offered commands and regulations, but never love.
She again scanned the short letter her husband had left her. Rob had offered no love either, at least not in this letter. In fact, he had taken what precious little love Jana thought to possess.

Jana,
I know you’ll find this letter difficult to understand, but I made some decisions while you were in Africa. Hard decisions. I’ve fallen in love with Kerry and very much want a life with her. When you find this letter, we’ll already be gone. In time, I hope you’ll understand. I’ve taken care of everything, including the divorce proceedings. You should be getting some papers soon. I know I haven’t left you with much, but feel free to sell the remaining household stuff. I don’t want any of it and won’t ask for it in the divorce.
Rob
There was nothing else. No explanation of why he’d forsaken his marriage vows to run away with his secretary. No explanation of how long he’d been miserable enough with their marriage to look elsewhere. She had a million unanswered questions, and just as soon as Jana felt she could explain even one of those, another dozen followed on its heels.
She placed the letter on the table and stared at it, as if willing an explanation to appear. Rob had said that in time he hoped she’d understand. But Jana had been looking at the same letter for nearly two hours, and so far it was all still a blur.
She’d thought they were happy. She’d thought they had the ideal life. There’d been no warning to suggest that her husband, pastor of Hope Bible Church in Spokane, Washington, was anything but faithful to his marriage vows.
Jana shook her head. I’ve watched talk shows and read hundreds of articles about marriage. All so I could counsel women in the church when they were having problems. The signs weren’t there. They simply weren’t there.
Rob had been loving and attentive right up until the moment Jana left, with two other church workers, for a mission trip to Africa. She had been gone three weeks, during which time she’d gotten the surprise of her life. A surprise she had very much anticipated sharing with Rob upon her return home.
But last night when Jana arrived at the airport, she was stunned to find that no one was there to welcome her home. No one. Not church members, not Rob. It was all very strange. She had thought at the time that some emergency must have come up to keep Rob away. But when she’d finally arrived home, Jana knew the truth. Rob’s letter was waiting for her but not Rob. He’d left her.
Visions of his secretary, Kerry Broadbent, forced their way into Jana’s thoughts. The woman was pretty, there was no doubt about that. Her Italian and Native American ancestry played itself out in an exotic manner. She was smart too. Jana had felt rather intimidated by the woman, who held a master’s degree in Native American studies. Jana could only boast a bachelor’s degree in art. Not really something she could hold up against an education that enabled Kerry to speak four different Native American dialects. Of course, this was added to her already fluent ability in Italian.
“But she’s so much older,” Jana whispered. Kerry was at least thirty-five. Maybe thirty-six. “Just like Rob,” she murmured.
Maybe the attraction went beyond appearance. Maybe Rob was tired of being married to a woman who was so much younger; a woman who couldn’t remember half of the things Rob remembered.
Jana got up from the table and stepped back, still looking at the letter. It was almost as if the extra distance could somehow bring clarity to the simple script. Shaking her head, she went to the cupboard and took down a coffee mug. She turned the cup in her hand for a moment. It was Rob’s favorite mug. He was a Seattle Seahawks fan, and their logo was emblazoned on the piece.
She put it aside almost reverently. Then she hurriedly picked up another mug, one with the Olympic rings and dates to show it had come from the Salt Lake City games. Pouring her coffee, Jana felt her hand shake violently. Her stomach lurched as it had every morning for the past two weeks. She quickly put the coffee aside and ran for the bathroom.
Jana was pregnant. She carried a much-wanted child that she and Rob had talked of having had actually planned for. Of course, she’d gotten pregnant much sooner than either one of them had expected. If she’d known prior to leaving for Africa that she was expecting, she’d never have gone, never have risked the possibility of losing the baby. It wasn’t until she was nearly ready to return that it dawned on her the nausea she was facing each day wasn’t some dreaded African disease but rather pregnancy.
When her stomach settled, Jana rinsed her mouth and caught sight of her face in the mirror. She looked like one of those victims from a war-torn country. The stunned empty expression matched the feeling in her soul.
She then began to wash her face, feeling the cold water numb her hands. Rivulets ran up her arm, dampening her blouse at the elbow. She’d always hated that feeling, but she couldn’t muster the energy to even be irritated now. Jana looked at the water faucet for several moments. It was as if she couldn’t quite figure out what to do next. She touched the cold metallic curve of the handle.
“He can’t be gone.”
Shutting off the water without another thought, Jana turned and dried her face. It had to be some kind of mistake. Some kind of sick joke or misunderstanding. Kerry Broadbent was married. She’d been married for eighteen years only eight years less than Jana had been alive. Kerry surely wouldn’t throw out a commitment of nearly twenty years to run away with the man she’d worked with for less than two.
Jana’s thoughts, stifled since finding the letter on the breakfast bar, began to flood her mind at a frightening speed. She should call the church. No! She would just get dressed and go next door and see for herself what this was all about. Rob wouldn’t dream of deserting the church, even if in some warped justification he could leave Jana.
She went to the bedroom closet and threw open the doors, reality smacking her in the face. Rob’s side of the closet had been cleaned out. There was nothing left behind. Not even the old neckties he no longer liked and he had plenty of those, as she recalled. Jana stared at the empty space, her momentum halted by the obvious truth.
He’s gone.
She went quickly to the dresser where he kept his things. Drawer by drawer revealed the same thing: emptiness. Jana turned and went to the hall closet and nearly wrenched the door off its hinges as she pulled it open. All of their suitcases were missing.
Sinking to the hardwood floor, Jana felt her chest tighten. She could scarcely draw a breath. From somewhere deep inside, she fe