Remember (Redemption Series #2)

Remember (Redemption Series #2)

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Convinced she could make it on her own, Ashley Baxter has kept the most important people in her life at a distance--her family, the man who loves her, and the God she is sure can never forgive her. Now, just as she begins to open her heart, the events of September 11 rip into Ashley's world and she is led to heartbreaking and hope-filled decisions that will forever change her life. This story vividly illustrates that we must value others more than ourselves, and it drives home one of Gary Smalley's key messages: Honor one another.

Remember is second in the five-book Redemption series by Gary Smalley and Karen Kingsbury that centers around the Baxter family. As readers follow the hopes and struggles of the family, they will explore key relationship themes as well as the larger theme of redemption, both in characters' spiritual lives and in their relationships. Each book includes study questions for individual and small-group use as well as a "teaser" chapter of the next book in the series.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781491551585
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 09/16/2014
Series: Redemption Series , #2
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 6.50(w) x 5.50(h) x 1.12(d)

About the Author

USA Today and New York Times best-selling author Karen Kingsbury is America’s #1 inspirational novelist. She has written more than forty novels and there are over 15 million copies of her award-winning books in print. Visit her Web site at

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By Karen Kingsbury with Gary Smalley

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2003 The Smalley Publishing Group, LLC, and Karen Kingsbury
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0842356290

Chapter One

Dr. John Baxter received news of the fire the moment he arrived at St. Anne's Hospital that afternoon. An emergency-room nurse flagged him down on his way back from rounds, her face stricken.

"Stay nearby; we might need you. An apartment complex is burning to the ground. A couple of families trapped inside. At least two fatalities. And we're already shorthanded."

John felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that came with working around disaster. He filled in only occasionally at the hospital emergency room-in the summers when he didn't have classes to teach, or when a disaster of some sort demanded extra personnel. But for him the excitement of ER medicine never lessened. It was as quick and consuming now as it had ever been.

He glanced at the others making preparations and then back to the nurse. "What happened?" Already sirens were blaring across Bloomington.

The nurse shook her head. "No one's sure. They're still working the blaze. They lost track of two men, firefighters." She paused. "Everyone's fearing the worst."

Firefighters? John's heart sank to his waist.

He followed her into the back, where a flurry of medical personnel were preparing for the first victims. "Did you get their names? The missing men?"

The nurse stopped and turned around. "It's Engine 211. That's all we've got so far."

John felt the blood drain from his face as he launched into silent, fervent prayer. He prayed for the people fighting the fire and the families trapped inside-and for the missing men of Engine 211.

He pictured them lost in an inferno, risking their lives to save mothers and fathers and children. He imagined them buried beneath burning rubble or cut off from all communications with their chief.

Then he prayed for one of Engine 211's men in particular. A strapping young man who had loved John Baxter's middle daughter, Ashley, since the two of them were teenagers.

The money was running out.

That was the main reason Ashley Baxter was out looking for a job on that beautiful summer morning-the type of blue-skied, flower-bursting day perfect for creating art.

The settlement from her car accident four years ago was almost gone, and though she'd paid cash for her house, she and little Cole still needed money to live on-at least until her paintings began to sell.

Ashley sighed and ran her hand through her short-cropped, dark hair. She studied the ad in the paper once more:

Care worker for adult group home. Some medical training preferred. Salary and benefits.

As mundane as it sounded, it might be just the job she wanted. She'd checked with her father and found out that caregiver pay tended to be barely above minimum wage. She'd be working mostly with Alzheimer's patients-people with dementia or other age-related illnesses, folks unable to survive on their own. She would have wrinkled bodies to tend, hairy chins to wipe, and most likely diapers to change. The job wasn't glamorous.

But Ashley didn't mind. She had reasons for wanting the job. Since returning from her sojourn in Paris, everything about her life had changed. She was only twenty-five, but she felt years older, jaded and cynical. She rarely laughed, and she wasn't the kind of mother Cole needed. Despite the heads she turned, she felt old and used up-even ugly.

Paris was partly to blame for who she had become. But much of it was due to all the running she had done since then. Running from her parents' viewpoints, their tiresome religion, their attempts to mold her into a woman she could never be. And running from Landon Blake-from his subtle but persistent advances and the predictable lifestyle she'd be forced into if she ever fell in love with him.

Whatever the reason, she was aware that something tragic had happened to her heart in the four years since she had come home from Europe. It had grown cold-colder than the wind that whipped across Bloomington, Indiana, in mid-January. And that, in turn, was affecting her only true passion-her ability to paint. She still worked at it, still filled up canvases, but it had been years since she did anything truly remarkable.

Ashley turned off South Walnut and began searching for the address of the group home. In addition to bringing in a paycheck, working with old people might ward off the cold deep within her, might even melt the ice that had gathered around her soul over the years. She had always felt a kind of empathy for old folks, an understanding. Somehow they stirred a place in her heart that nothing else could touch.

She remembered driving through town a week ago and seeing two ancient women-hunched-over, gnarled old girls, probably in their nineties-walking arm in arm down the sidewalk. They had taken careful, measured steps, and when one started to slip, the other held her up.

Ashley had pulled over that afternoon and studied them from a distance, thinking they'd make a good subject for her next painting. Who were they, and what had they seen in their long lifetimes? Did they remember the tragedy of the Titanic? Had they lost sons in World War II-or had they themselves served somehow? Were the people they loved still alive or close enough to visit?

Had they been beautiful, flitting from one social event to another with a number of handsome boys calling after them? And did they grieve the way they'd become invisible-now that society no longer noticed them?

Ashley watched the women step carefully into an intersection and then freeze with fear when the light turned, catching them halfway across. An impatient driver laid on his horn, honking in sharp, staccato patterns. The expression on the women's faces became nervous and then frantic. They hurried their feet, shuffling in such a way that they nearly fell. When they reached the other side, they stopped to catch their breath, and again Ashley wondered.

Was this all that was left for these ladies-angry drivers impatient with their slow steps and physical challenges? Was that all the attention they'd receive on a given day?

The most striking thing about the memory was that as the questions came, Ashley's cheeks had grown wet. She popped down the visor and stared at her reflection. Something was happening to her that hadn't happened in months. Years, even.

She was crying.

And that was when she had realized the depth of her problem. The fact was, her experiences had made her cynical. And if she was ever going to create unforgettable artwork, she needed something more than a canvas and a brush. She needed a heart, tender and broken, able to feel in ways she'd long since forgotten.

That afternoon as she watched the two old women, a thought occurred to Ashley. Perhaps she had unwittingly stumbled upon a way to regain the softness that had long ago died. If she wanted a changed heart, perhaps she need only spend time with the aged.

That's why the ad in this morning's paper was so appealing.

She drove slowly, scanning the addresses on the houses until she found the one she was looking for. Her interview was in five minutes. She pulled into the driveway, taking time to study the outside of the building. "Sunset Hills Adult Care Home" a sign read. The building was mostly brick, with a few small sections of beige siding and a roof both worn and sagging. The patch of grass in front was neatly manicured, shaded at the side by a couple of adolescent maple trees. A gathering of rosebushes struggled to produce a few red and yellow blossoms in front of a full-sized picture window to the right of the door. A wiry, gray-haired woman with loose skin stared out at her through the dusty glass, her eyes nervous and empty.

Ashley drew a deep breath and surveyed the place once more. It seemed nice enough, the type of facility that drew little or no attention and served its purpose well. What was it her father called homes like this one? She thought for a moment, and it came to her.

Heaven's waiting rooms.

Sirens sounded in the distance, lots of them. Sirens usually meant one thing: it'd be a busy day for her father. And maybe Landon Blake. Ashley blocked out the sound and checked the mirror. Even she could see the twinlike resemblance between herself and Kari, her older sister. Other than Kari's eyes, which were as brown as Ashley's were blue, they were nearly identical.

But the resemblance stopped there.

Kari was good and pure and stoic, and even now-five months after the death of her husband, with a two-month-old baby to care for by herself-Kari could easily find a reason to smile, to believe the best about life and love.

And God, of course. Always God.

Ashley bit her lip and opened the car door. Determination mingled with the humid summer air as she grabbed her purse and headed up the walkway. With each step, she thought again of those two old ladies, how she had cried at their condition-lonely, isolated, and forgotten.

As Ashley reached the front door, a thought dawned on her. The reason the women had been able to warm the cold places in her heart was suddenly clear.

In all ways that mattered, she was just like them.

There was no way out.

Landon Blake was trapped on the second floor somewhere in the middle of the burning apartment complex. Searing walls of flames raged on either side of him and, for the first time since becoming a firefighter, Landon had lost track of the exits. Every door and window was framed in fire.

His partner had to be somewhere nearby, but they'd separated to make the room checks more quickly. Now the fire had grown so intense, he wasn't sure they'd ever find each other in time. Landon grabbed his radio from its pocket on his upper jacket and positioned it near his air mask. Then he turned a valve so his words would be understood.

"Mayday ... Mayday ..."

He stuck the radio close to his ear and waited, but only a crackling static answered him. A few seconds passed, and the voice of his captain sounded on the radio.

"Lieutenant Blake, report your whereabouts."

Hope flashed in Landon's heart. He placed the radio near the valve in his mask once more. "Lieutenant Blake reporting Mayday, sir. I can't find my way out."

There was a pause. "Lieutenant Blake, report your whereabouts."

Landon's stomach tightened. "I'm on the second floor, sir. Can you hear me?"

"Lieutenant Blake, this is your captain. Report your whereabouts immediately." A brief hesitation followed; then the captain's tone grew urgent. "RIT enter the building now! Report to the second floor. I repeat, RIT report to the second floor."

RIT? Landon forced himself to breathe normally. RIT was the Rapid Intervention Team, the two firefighters who waited on alert at any job in case someone from the engine company became lost in the fire. The command could mean only one thing: Landon's radio wasn't working. His captain had no idea that he'd become separated from his partner or where to begin looking for him.

Landon made his way into the smoky hallway and heard his radio come to life again. He held it close to his ear.

"This is an alert. We have two men trapped on the second floor, and the radios aren't working for either of them. Backup units are on the way, but until then I need everyone in the building. Let's move it!"

So he was right. The radios weren't working. Dear God, help us....

Landon fought off a wave of fear. In situations like this he'd been trained to scan the room for victims and then fight his way out of the building. Choose the most likely place for an exit and barge through burning beams and broken glass. Do whatever it took to be free of the building.

But Landon had gone back into the building for one reason: to find a five-year-old boy in one of the apartments. He would find the child-dead or alive-and bring him out. He had promised the boy's frantic mother, and he didn't intend to break the promise.

The smoke grew dense, dropping visibility to almost nothing. Landon fell to his knees and crawled along the floor. The flames roared on either side of him, filling his senses with intense heat and smoke. Don't think about the broken radios. They'll find me any minute. Help is on the way. Please, God.

He still had his personal accountability safety system, a box on his air pack that would send out a high-pitched sound the moment he stopped moving. If that signal worked, there was still a pretty good chance his engine company might locate him. But they'd have to get here fast. If they waited much longer, ceiling beams would begin to fall. And then ...

Landon squinted through the smoke, his body heaving from the excruciating heat and the weight of his equipment. God, help me. He crept through a burning hallway door. I need a miracle. Show me the boy.

Just ahead of him he saw something fall to the ground-something small, the size of a ceiling tile or maybe a wall hanging. Or a small child. Landon lurched ahead and there, at the bottom of a linen closet, he found the boy and rolled him onto his back. He held a glove against the boy's chest and felt a faint rise and fall.

The child was alive!

Landon jerked the air mask from his own face and shoved it onto the boy's. He switched the mask from demand to positive pressure, forcing a burst of air onto the child's face. The boy must have hidden in the closet when the fire started, and now here they were-both trapped. Landon coughed hard and tried to breathe into his coat as the acrid smoke invaded his lungs.

Then he heard crashing sounds around him, and he glanced up. No, God, not now.

Flaming pieces of the ceiling were beginning to fall! He hovered over the child and used his body as a covering. Inches from the boy's face, he was struck by the resemblance. The boy looked like a slightly older version of Cole, Ashley's son.

"Hang in there, buddy!" Landon yelled above the roar of the fire. He removed the mask from the boy for just an instant and held the child's nose while he grabbed another precious lungful of air. Then he quickly replaced the mask over the boy's face. "They're coming for us."

He heard a cracking sound so loud and violent it shook the room. Before Landon could move, a ceiling beam fell from the roof and hit him across the back of his legs. He felt something snap deep inside his right thigh, and pain exploded through his body. Move, he ordered himself. He strained and pushed and tried to leverage the beam off his leg. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get free. His legs were pinned by the burning wood.

"God!" The pain intensified, and he reeled his head back, his jaw clenched. "Help us!"

He fought to stay conscious as he lowered himself over the boy once more.


Excerpted from Remember by Karen Kingsbury with Gary Smalley Copyright © 2003 by The Smalley Publishing Group, LLC, and 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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Remember (Redemption Series #2) 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 30 reviews.
amaqueira on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love karen's books and I can't wait to read the next one in the series.
kennedystewart More than 1 year ago
My 5 STAR review of @Karen Kingsbury "Remember." The second book in Karen Kingsbury's Redemption series which follows the Baxter Family through their joys and sorrows. Love how Karen incorporates real life events like 9/11 in this series and scripture references. Karen's words are so descriptive you will feel like you know the characters personally and are right there with them. A series which can be read and re-read again and again!
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I recently read the book Remember by Karen Kingsbury and Gary Smalley and very much enjoyed it.  This is a book that I would recommend to anyone who enjoys suspense and family love.  This book is written around a loving, caring family, the Baxters during the time of September 11th.  Each character faces challenges and overcomes obstacles.  Something about this book that I loved was the problems and obstacles that the family faces.  Every time they overcome something another problem comes along.  This creates an ongoing suspense in every character.  Also, as I read the book, I found myself growing attached to the characters and feeling like they were my friends.  Kingsbury and Smalley do a wonderful job writing a book like this.  They also did a great job working in Christianity.   My favorite character was Ashley.  She was my favorite because she changed the most thought out the book.  Ashley faced many complications with her job, her family, and most importantly, the love of her life, Landon.  However, through every trial, something good was produced.   My favorite quote in this book was,”…her eyes bore a sadness that was unmistakable.  Ashley cared more about the rest of them than she’d ever dared admit.  She might not always fit in, but she belonged all the same” (Kingsbury and Smalley 46).  This was my favorite quote because it was the first time we got a look into her mind and felt her feelings toward others.  
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ARK135 More than 1 year ago
The Karen Kingsbury "Redemption" Series was recommended by a friend, she was right...I could not put the books down. I was searching for a quality Christian fiction author, I am so thankful that I found one in Karen Kingsbury. I love that her writing is easy to read and keeps my attention. Her books are not limited to one age group, besides myself, both my seventy-something Mother-in-law and my twenty-something daughter also enjoy Mrs. Kingsbury's novels. The "Redemption" Series follows the story of one family, their joys and sorrows, their successes and their failures. All while reminding us of the values and moral lessons of our faith, what God wants us to apply to our lives everyday.
linimac More than 1 year ago
I have read all in this series and am startung on the next. The story of the Baxter family is so exciting, touching, thier love of God is wonderful to read about. It's life, it's my life and your life, I recomend all of Karen Kingsbury books. She is a fabulous writer.
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Faith65 More than 1 year ago
Once you read the first book, you are hooked. I couldn't read it fast enough yet slow enough to absorb it all. Wow I wished I had family like this with the Christian values. I believe this book and the series would help anyone with any doubt about God's love during different concerns within your life.
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chary26 More than 1 year ago
Ashley is my favorite baxter.
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galaxyglory More than 1 year ago
After reading the first novel in the Redemption series, I was excited but nervous to start book #2, Remember. Very often, the sequels do not measure up to the original but in this case, the book continues like the first. While the first book is mostly about Kari Baxter Jacobs and her struggles with faith and her crumbling marriage, Remember follows another Baxter sister as she follows her own path while remembering her past and recalling her relationship with God. As a young, up-and-coming artist, Ashley Baxter moves to Paris at the age of 20 to pursue her dream of painting professionally. When she returns home a few months later, pregnant and broken, she feels as though she is the black mark on her family's reputation. Telling no one about her tribulations while in France, she bears the weight of the world on her shoulders and becomes withdrawn. All the while, Landon Blake has loved her since she was in middle school. Will Ashley accept the love Landon has for her or will she continue to feel like she isn't good enough for anyone, even her beautiful 4 year old son, Cole? In light of September 11th, Landon moves to NYC to be part of the Fire Department and Ashley must confront the demons of her past before she can accept all that God has presented to her. A gripping story, Kingsbury and Smalley give you a second look a the perfect family that is the Baxters. I highly recommend this series as a whole. Once you finish Remember, you'll need to read Return, Rejoice, and Reunion. I couldn't put this one down and once I did, I picked up Return immediately. These books are quick reads and the perfect gift for fans of Christian fiction.
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Great beach book, easy to read and engaging characters.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the 7th book I've read by Karen Kingsbury and I can't put them down! I've started the 3rd book in the Redemption Series and I only wish a heard of Karen Kingsbury sooner !
GailCooke More than 1 year ago
Novelist Karen Kingsbury and relationship expert Gary Smalley joined forces one book ago to not only tell a story but remind us of some valuable life lessons - what is important, how should we treat one another? Voice performer Sandra Burr gives her usual accomplished reading as she inhabits the mind and heart of Ashley Baxter, a young woman who is trying desperately to prove that she needs no one - not even God. Those who read or heard the first in this series know that the stories revolve around the Baxter family, very human folks who face the challenges often encountered by all of us - especially when an enormous tragedy occurs such as September 11. Ashley is loved by Landon Blake. For years she has been the only one for him. Now, he must forget her heartbreaking rejection and do all he can to help at Ground Zero. This monstrous event also causes Ashley to change in a way that she had never dreamed. Once again, Kingsbury and Smalley have offered a story of inspiration and hope. - Gail Cooke
MichelleSutton More than 1 year ago
Wow, I've never a had a book impact so much emotionally. The title is so perfect in so many ways. It's about so much more than 9-11. It's about remembering your first love, remembering your youth and the good things in life, remembering to care and to live in the moment rather than protect your heart from pain because you never know what tomorrow will bring, remembering God and the big picture, remembering that only God can heal our heart and love us the way we need to be loved. I cried so many times during this story I can't remember (LOL!), mainly because all of the relationships between the characters were so real. And there was true love, and romance, and kissing between several sets of characters, all with different issues causing them pain. This is so often absent in 'inspirational' fiction, and that makes me sad. The characters' temptations were real, their sin and mistakes were real, the losses they all felt were amazingly real. I don't think the 9-11 thing was overdone at all. Maybe because I'm from NY state, it hits me closer to home. I remember watching the events unfold on television (while living in Arizona) and being in shock for a week. Remembering this event, in my opinion, is important, because like with any tragedy we tend to forget, and I don't think that's a good thing at all. Remembering makes us love more, try harder, and ultimately heal. Did I mention that I couldn't put this book down? Good thing this was a long weekend!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the book, I am anxiously awaiting the final book in the series; which I am sure is as wonderful as the first four.