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Maggie Stovall is trapped inside a person she’s spent years carefully crafting. Now the truth about who she is—and what she’s done—is bursting to the surface and sending Maggie into a spiral of despair. Will she walk away from everything, or can Maggie allow God to take her to a place of ultimate ...

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Maggie Stovall is trapped inside a person she’s spent years carefully crafting. Now the truth about who she is—and what she’s done—is bursting to the surface and sending Maggie into a spiral of despair. Will she walk away from everything, or can Maggie allow God to take her to a place of ultimate honesty—before it’s too late?

Maggie Stovall.

One of the golden people. She has it all together. At least on the surface…

Ben Stovall.

Godly husband. Successful attorney. Has no idea of the darkness about to overtake his life…

Amanda Joy.

Child of society. Abused, broken, thrown away. But her trust in God is still alive…

When Joy Came to Stay
is the heart-wrenching story of one woman’s descent into the shadows of depression, her husband’s search for understanding, and a precious child’s unwavering faith.

"Kingsbury’s poignant tale of a lost and broken family and how they experience God’s miraculous healing is a sure guarantee to bring hope and joy to her readers."
—Melody Carlson, bestselling author, Diary of a Teenage Girl series

"A thought-provoking account of the battle of depression in a believer’s life. It leaves no doubt that God is loving, merciful, and faithful."
—Nancy Moser, author, The Mustard Seed series

Story Behind the Book

“Each of my novels is a piece of my heart. Where Yesterday Lives was my first-ever novel, and as such it is somewhat autobiographical. The childhood story of Ellen Barrett, her love for her parents and siblings, is my story—though her current story and struggles are fictional. On Every Side sheds light on the struggle for religious freedom in today’s climate; something I am passionate about. Finally, When Joy Came to Stay is the story of one woman’s battle against depression and the secrets of her past.”
—Karen Kingsbury

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781590527511
  • Publisher: Crown Religion/Business/Forum
  • Publication date: 9/28/2006
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 342,330
  • Product dimensions: 8.04 (w) x 5.08 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Karen Kingsbury

Karen Kingsbury is one of America ’s favorite inspirational storytellers, best known for her Life-Changing Fiction™. She is the author of more than thirty emotionally gripping novels, many of which have been adapted for film and television. Previously a staff writer for the Los Angeles Times and a People magazine contributor, Karen lives with her husband and six children in the Pacific Northwest.

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Multnomah Publishers

Copyright © 2000 Karen Kingsbury
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ISBN: 1576737462

Chapter One

The moments of lucidity were few and far between anymore.

Thankfully, this was one of them. Aware of the fact, Maggie Stovall worked her fingers over the computer keyboard as though they might somehow propel her ahead of the darkness, keep her inches in front of whatever it was that hungered after her mind, her sanity.

Despite all that was uncertain that fall, Maggie was absolutely sure of one thing: She was losing it. And the little blond girl-whoever she might be-was only partly to blame.

Maggie's desk in the newsroom of the Cleveland Gazette was one of the remaining places where, most of the time, she still felt normal. The twenty or forty minutes a day she spent there were an oasis of peace and clarity bordered by a desert of hours, all dark, barren, and borderline crazy. The newsroom deadlines and demands left no room for fear and trembling, no time for worrying whether the darkness was about to consume her.

Maggie drew a steadying breath, glanced around the newsroom, and saw that the office was full of more reporters than usual for a Wednesday. Slow news day. Great. When news was slow her column got front-page billing, and the one she was writing for tomorrow's paper was bound to gain attention: "The Real Abuse of Abused Children." She let her eyes run downthe page. This column would be clipped out of papers around the city, tacked to office walls, and mailed to the Social Services department by irate citizens. She would receive dozens of letters, and the paper would receive more, but none of that bothered Maggie.

She'd gotten the job at the Gazette more than two years earlier and she'd been churning out her column, "Maggie's Mind," five days a week since. She'd developed a reputation, a persona, that a segment of the public hated and a greater segment couldn't seem to get enough of. People said she put words to the thoughts and conversations that took place in a majority of homes in their area and around the country. The conservative homes. The people who voted against tax hikes and partial-birth abortions; people who wanted tougher prisons and longer sentences, and prayer in public schools. The segment of the population who wanted a return to family-friendly governing.

For those people, she was a welcome voice. The voice of morality in a time and place where few in the paper, or anywhere in the media for that matter, seemed committed to speaking on their behalf. Most Gazette readers loved Maggie. From the beginning they had applauded her, and a few months after starting at the paper the editorial staff had been forced to hire an assistant simply to weed through the mail generated by Maggie's efforts.

"You know, Maggie girl, I think you've really got something with that column of yours," her editor had told her more than once. "It's disconcerting, really. Like the rest of us are writing for some small special interest group, but you ... ah, Maggie, you're writing for them. The moral majority."

Maggie knew the paper's editorial board was glad to have her on staff, even if many of her peers disagreed with her political views. But no one was more proud than her husband, Ben, an assistant district attorney who was also president of the Cleveland Chamber of Commerce. After nearly seven years of marriage, Ben was still in love with her; she had no doubts. Even now, when they had to search awkwardly for things to talk about and her attitude toward him was vastly different than a year ago, he would still walk over burning coals to prove his love.

Because he doesn't know the truth.

No. Not now, Maggie thought. Not with a column to finish.

Among the silent voices that taunted her these days was her own, and at times like this she was her worst enemy. If Ben knew the truth about her past, if he knew the real person he'd married, he would do what Joseph set out to do to Mary two thousand years ago: divorce her quietly and leave town on the first passing donkey.

"How's it coming, Mag?" It was Ron Kendall, managing editor, and he shouted the question from twenty feet away where the editors' desks formed an imposing island in the middle of the newsroom.

"Fine. I'll file in ten minutes."

"I might need it for page one. Give me a liner." Ron leaned back in his chair for a clearer view of Maggie's face.

She glanced at her screen and summed up her column. "Woman's lawsuit demands changes in the way abused children are handled by Social Services."

"Good. Got it." Ron returned to the task at hand-planning the paper's front page.

There were those at the paper who disliked Ron, but Maggie wasn't among them. Built like a linebacker with a mass of unkempt white hair and a perpetual two-day beard, the man's voice rang through the newsroom whenever a deadline was missed or an untruth reported in print. But deep down, beneath his work face, Ron Kendall was the last of a dying breed of editors, a churchgoing conservative who cherished his role in shaping and reporting the news of Cleveland.

Once Maggie ran into Ron at a dinner raising money for the city's rescue mission. Near the end of the evening, he pulled her aside.

"Someday you're going to get offers to leave us." The flint was missing from his eyes and in its place was a sparkle that couldn't be contrived. "Just remember this: Losing you would be like losing one of my arms." He patted her shoulder. "Don't ever leave us, Maggie. We need you."

That was a year ago, and Maggie was surprised to find Ron had been right. Offers had come from Los Angeles, Dallas, even New York. Editors might have enjoyed staffing their papers with liberal-minded news seekers, but nothing met the readers' appetite like a conservative columnist-and those who were well liked were in high demand.

Maggie had done what Ron asked and stayed. She liked Cleveland and their church friends at Cleveland Community. Besides, Ben's job was there.

If they knew the truth about me ... Maggie closed her eyes. They'd fire me in a heartbeat. I'd have no marriage, no column ...

Stop it! Stay focused! That was seven years ago, Maggie.

But Maggie knew it didn't matter how many years had slipped by. She would never get past the truth. And there would never be any way she could tell Ben.

Let no falsehood come from your mouth, but only that which is ...

There it was again. The familiar calm, still voice ... and with it a strange feeling of impending doom so great Maggie had to fight the urge to take cover. Her eyes flew open and she moved her hands into position at her keyboard. "Let's get this thing done," she hissed through clenched teeth. This was no time for strange, scriptural warnings about lie telling. She had a deadline to meet.

What was done was done.

Help me concentrate, God. Help me forget about what's behind; help me look ahead without this ... whatever it is that wants to consume me.

Her head cleared, and she studied her computer screen once more.

Her column that day was based on a lawsuit filed against the city's Social Services department by a Cleveland woman contesting that the department was to blame for destroying her son. She'd adopted the boy when he was five years old. Over the next four years he'd been diagnosed with a host of disorders all attesting to the fact that he was unmanageable, unable to attach emotionally, and inappropriately aggressive toward her other children. Finally, the woman felt forced to turn the then nine-year-old back over to Social Services.

The lawsuit shone a flashlight of concern on the Social Services department, which still held to the notion that children should be raised by their parents whenever possible, regardless of the situation in the home. The woman contended that if Social Services had removed the boy from his birth mother sooner, he wouldn't have been so badly scarred emotionally.

Maggie's heart ached with understanding.

She and Ben were foster parents, currently of seven-year-old twin boys. Their mother was an alcoholic, their father dangerously violent. Still, Maggie knew that one day, long after the boys had bonded with her and Ben, they would be returned to their birth mother. Stories like the one she was writing about were tragically common, and Maggie hoped her words might touch a nerve across the city. Perhaps if enough people demanded change ...

She scanned what she'd just written.

The way the department operates today, a child may be kept hostage in closets while Mom sells herself for drugs; he can be beaten, mocked, and left to sleep in urine-soaked rags, yet that type of home life is deemed best for the child. The solution is obvious. We must fight to see the system changed and demand that such children be removed from the home the first time harmful circumstances come to light-while the child is still young enough to find an adoption placement.

The statistics tell the story. With each passing year, the odds of a troubled child finding an adoptive home diminish by 20 percent. In the first year, the chances of adoption are brilliantly high. Even at age two most children will find permanent, loving homes. But many children removed from abusive homes are not released for adoption until age five, and often much later. What happens to these children?

Too often they are left to squander their baby years in abusive situations and temporary foster homes, moving every few months while Mom and Dad dry out or serve jail time. In the process, they become emotionally "damaged goods": children too old and too jaded ever to fit into a loving, adoptive family. In cases like these, we have only one place to point the finger for the tragic consequences: The archaic rules of the Social Services department.

I thank God for people like Mrs. Werdemeir, whose lawsuit finally exposes the type of tragedy that has gone on far too long. The tragedy of thinking that no matter the situation, a child belongs with his mother.

Tonight when you kneel beside the bed of your little one, remember those babies out there sleeping in closets. And pray that God will change the minds of those who might make a difference.

Suddenly Maggie's mind drifted, and her eyes jumped back a sentence: Your little ones ... little ones ... little ones ... kneel beside the bed of your little ones ...

Her eyes grew wet and the words faded. What about us, Lord? Where are the little ones we've prayed for? Haven't we tried? Haven't we? She remembered the testing, the experimental procedures they'd participated in, the drug therapy and nutrition programs that were supposed to help her get pregnant. A single tear slid down her cheek into her mouth. It tasted bitter, like it had come from some place deep and forbidden in her soul, and she wiped at it in frustration.

Nothing had worked.

Even now her arms ached for the children they didn't have. Foster kids, yes ... but no babies to pray over, no little ones to be thankful for. Why, Lord? It's been seven years ...

You had your chance. You don't deserve a child of your own.

The truth hit hard, and her breath caught in her throat.

Maggie blinked twice, and the taunting voice faded. She quickly included a footnote at the bottom of her column advising readers that there would be more information in the coming weeks and months on the issue of abused and forgotten children in the Social Services system. She saved her changes and sent the file to Ron's computer.

"It's in." She spoke loudly, and when she saw her editor nod, she turned her attention back to the now blank computer screen. Seconds passed, and a face began taking shape. The newsroom noise faded as the picture on the screen grew clearer, and suddenly Maggie could make out the girl's features ... her pretty, innocent face; her lovely, questioning eyes. Do you know where my mama is? the girl seemed to ask.

Maggie wanted to shout at the image, but she blinked twice and before her mind could give her mouth permission to speak, the girl disappeared.

It was her of course-the same girl every time, every day. She saw the child everywhere, even in her dreams.

The girl's presence had been a constant for nearly a year, making it difficult for Maggie to think of anything else. As a result, the days were no longer consumed with her work as a columnist, her role as a foster mother, or her duties as the wife of an important lawyer and civic leader. No, each day had become consumed with the idea that one day-perhaps not too far off-the little girl would not fade into air.

One day, the girl would be real.

The visions of the blond child had pushed Maggie to the edge of insanity. And with them came something else that filled Maggie's mind even now, a darkness that threatened to destroy her, to leave her locked in a padded cell, wrapped in a straight jacket. Or worse.

The problem wasn't so much that she was misplacing her car keys more often than usual or forgetting dentist appointments or leaving cold milk in the pantry by mistake or seeing imaginary little girls every time she turned around. It was all of that, yes, but it was something more that made her truly question her sanity. It was the certain feeling that something hideously dark and possibly deadly-something that now seemed closely linked to her secret-was closing in on her.

Something from which she couldn't escape.

A chill ran down Maggie's spine; the secret was no longer something she could ignore, something she might pretend had never happened. It didn't matter whether she acknowledged it or opened it and laid it on the floor for everyone to look at.

It simply was.

Indeed, its presence had become a living, breathing entity. It was the embodiment of darkness that lay beside her at night and followed her through the making of beds and breakfast and daily appointments in the morning. It sat next to her in the car, breathing threats of destruction should anyone find out the truth-

Stop this! You're making yourself crazy!

Maggie pushed away from her desk and gathered her things. Fresh air, that's what she needed. Maybe a walk through the park. She glanced at a stack of magazines on her desk and did a double take. There she was again! Gracing the cover, looking directly at Maggie ... the same little girl.

Then in an instant, she was gone.

Air released from Maggie's lungs like a withering party balloon.

Yes, she was losing it-free-falling over the canyon's edge-and there was nothing she could do to prevent the coming crash. She wanted help, truly she did, but there wasn't anywhere she could turn, no one to talk to.

No one who would believe that Maggie Stovall was having a problem she couldn't handle by herself.

Finally, desperate, she'd placed her name in the offering bucket when the pastor had asked which women would like prayer from an older, senior Christian. Maggie didn't know if it would help, but it couldn't hurt. And it was better than facing someone with the truth.

She headed for her car.

How had things gotten so bad? Years ago she would have had two or three days a month like this and called it depression. Not that she told anyone how she was feeling, even back then. She was a Christian after all, and Christians-good Christians like her and Ben-did not suffer from depression. At least not as far as Maggie could tell. But this ... this thing that haunted her now was beyond depression.

Far beyond it.

This was the kind of thing that sent people packing to psychiatric wards.

Excerpted from WHEN JOY CAME TO STAY by KAREN KINGSBURY Copyright © 2000 by Karen Kingsbury
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Inspirational tale

    Everyone who knows Maggie Stovall feels she lives a pleasant life. However, while her mask to the world may look nice, inside her mind Maggie wonders if she is going insane. Wherever she happens to be, Maggie sees an image of a child and that takes it toll on her leading to clinical depression. <P>Maggie knows she is at a crossroad, but has doubts she can take a righteous path to happiness even with God¿s help. The depression is becoming so debilitating, her marriage and foster caring are in jeopardy. Will she give in or will she allow God to escort her back into the light? <P>WHEN JOY CAME TO STAY is an inspirational tale about finding God vs. surrendering to depression. Surprisingly, Kate Kingsbury does not provide pat answers and simple Hallelujahs to cure the ailing Maggie. Instead, readers will feel the lead character¿s growing pain and actually sympathize to the point that when the tale is through, the audience will feel emotionally and mentally drained. This is definitely an inspiring tale for those readers suffering from depression and anyone who needs a lift. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2012


    Definitely one of Kingsburys best pieces. It had me hooked from the beginning to the end. Be prepared with your kleenex though! Totally a heartfelt tear jerker, but great storyline! Without a doubt, worth the money.

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  • Posted March 22, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    As a foster parent, this book really touched my heart. So many kids are out in our world that needs to be loved. Great book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012


    This is a great read. The situations with the social services are so real. The children in foster care are moved around from one home to another. The children who are adopted after the age of six into a loving home are lucky. The characters in the story seem so real, you can feel the mental anguish they are going through.

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  • Posted December 4, 2010

    Not One Kingsbury's Best....

    Often Kingsbury well forshadow events which frankly have a predictable ending. The journey through her books is often so amazing though that I can get over the predictability of her story and enjoy the characters growth. Though I just fell in love with the husband's character. What he must forgive and how he grows(yes I did cry a bit). I still had trouble getting through this book. Kingsbury spends too much time on the steriotype of nothing bad ever happens to Christians. If you need that reminder in your life right now pick up this book, but frankly I find the moral exhausting. Most people who pick up a Christian novel are 1 probably already Christian, and 2 already know from life experience that life aint always perfect.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2010

    "When Joy Came to Stay" is another great example of Karen Kingsbury's style.

    I love this book. Couldn't put it down. Kingsbury has a writing style that makes me part of the story. I can feel the emotions and warmth of God's love in her pages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2010

    When Joy Came to Stay captures the theme of the entire book.

    I loved this book--even if there were tears in my eyes several times. Karen Kingsbury writes such realistic books with things happening to us in the real world. Her Christian perspective makes scripture come alive. She actually seems to bring the Christian walk today right out of the Bible. Her characters and situations are so real that you feel you know them. Each time I finish one of her books, I feel sad because I didn't want it to end. I'd recommend this book especially to anyone dealing with depression or knowing someone who is. There are some helpful ideas in here even though this is fiction. I truly believe Karen writes life-changing fiction and would highly recommend this book.

    -A longtime fan of Karen Kingsbury

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  • Posted October 6, 2009

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    When Joy Came to Stay is a touching story.

    This story by Karen Kingsbury focuses on a child entangled in the foster care system and the mother who gave her up at birth, even though she wanted to keep the baby.

    This bittersweet but inspiring story deals with depression of Maggie Stovall and how she overcame it with God's help. Anyone who suffers from depression will enjoy and experience freshness in their soul -- Karen Kingsbury does a masterful job of writing about depression, its effects and how people can overcome it.

    I recommend this book for anyone's personal library.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2006

    Powerfully Moving

    wow, this book was sooooo good, the first book I read from Kingsbury. It made me cry! It was brillantly written and it goes to show that God indeed has a plan and never abandons us in our most darkest hour. I recommend it to everyone:)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2002

    The Best Book I've Ever Read

    When Joy Came To Stay is one of the best books that I've ever read. It had me crying and not wanting to put the book down. I recommend this book to anyone who wants to read a great, touching, story.

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