Showers in Season

by Beverly LaHaye, Terri Blackstock

Overview

On the quiet cul-de-sac of Cedar Circle, where neighbors are close friends, fierce winds of circumstance threaten to sweep one couple away. Their Down’s Syndrome pregnancy is shattering news for Tory and Barry Sullivan, but the option Barry proposes is abhorrent to Tory. It will take a wisdom and strength greater than their own to carry them through. That, and the encouragement only a loving, close-knit community can provide. Over kitchen counters and across the miles, the women of Cedar Circle lend their support to Tory and to each other as all of them face their personal struggles, heartaches, and joys. Shining with bright faith and friendship that illumine the stormiest night, Showers in Season explores the junction of life’s realities, the cost of obedience, the power of relationships, and the promises of God.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780310242963
Publisher:	Zondervan
Publication date:	08/05/2001
Series:	Seasons Series , #2
Pages:	400
Sales rank:	699,224
Product dimensions:	5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.13(d)
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

Beverly La Haye (www.cwfa.org) is the bestselling author of the Seasons Series (with Terri Blackstock) and The Act of Marriage (with her husband, Tim). She is the founder and chairwoman of Concerned Women for America and shares a daily devotional commentary on the nationally syndicated radio show Concerned Women Today. She and her husband live in southern California.

Terri Blackstock has sold over seven million books worldwide and is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. She is the award-winning author of Intervention, Vicious Cycle, and Downfall, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the Sun Coast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series. Visit her website at www.terriblackstock.com; Facebook: tblackstock; Twitter: @terriblackstock.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 6
If it turns blue, it's positive.' The words seemed frightening to Tory as she stood facing her husband in the bedroom the next morning. The children were still sleeping. She had deliberately risen early with hopes of putting her fears to rest before breakfast.
Barry looked down at his watch. 'Eight minutes left.'
'What if we get a false answer? How do we know we can trust this test?'
'I trust it,' he said. 'They're pretty accurate. It was right the last couple of times.'
'And what if it's clear?' she asked, frowning. 'I thought about it all night. A little baby.' Her eyes misted over, and she swallowed hard.
'If it's clear, you'll cry a little and go on.'
'And if it's blue?'
He grinned. 'You'll cry a little and go on.'
'So it's a lose-lose situation.'
'Win-win, is what I was thinking.'
'Okay, so that vial is either half full or half empty . . . with either clear or blue liquid.' She clutched her head with both hands. 'Why am I so nervous?'
'Because you don't know what you want. Decide if you want it to be blue or clear.'
'What do you want?' she asked.
He grinned. 'Blue, I think.'
A matching grin tiptoed across her face. 'I think I do, too.'
He looked at his watch again. 'Five more minutes.'
'If it's going to turn, do you think it would have turned a little by now?'
He got up. 'I'm going to look.'
'No!' she said, grabbing his arm to stop him. 'No, I don't want to know.'
'Well, I do!'
'I changed my mind,' she said, as if her wishes could change the test's results. 'I want it to be clear.'
'Maybe it is.'
She fell back on the bed with a bounce. 'No, I want blue.' She threw her hands over her face. 'I don't know.'
'You don't have to make up your mind,' he said, laughing and bouncing down next to her. 'It's either blue or clear. Simple as that.' Rolling to his side, he grinned down at her. 'This is kind of fun, isn't it? In the next five minutes, we could be a family of five.'
'Or not.'
He checked his watch. 'Two more minutes.'
She grinned. 'One, two, three . . .'
Chuckling, he joined in, and they counted together. When they reached a hundred twenty, they both launched off the bed and headed for the bathroom, giggling and almost knocking each other down in the process.
Barry reached it first, but didn't look. 'Are you ready?'
'Show me,' she whispered, throwing her hands over her face.
She peaked through her fingers. He was grinning as he held up the vial. The bluest liquid she had ever seen seemed to glow from it like neon. Tears pushed into her eyes, and a gale of laughter almost blew her over. Barry started to laugh, too, and setting the vial down, pulled her into his arms. 'We're pregnant,' he said in a voice soft and high-pitched.
'We're pregnant,' she agreed, shaking her head, unable to wipe the smile off her face.
'Will he be like Spencer, or like Britty?'
'She'll be altogether different,' Tory said. 'Not like either one of them. This baby will be one of a kind.'