.........."Shortly after Rachel was born in 1990, I was driving alone down the road in Point Mugu, California doing my basic Sunday errand running. JJ was stationed there, and since I was a faithful liberal yuppie, I was DRIVING my recyclables miles away from home along endless deserted farm roads. Approaching an intersection, listening to the radio blaring, and enjoying being away from JJ and all the children; I suddenly heard a strong forceful voice say loudly, right next to me, “YOU WILL NEVER LIVE TO SEE YOUR CHILDREN AGAIN.” Just like that."..........
And so begins the 2nd book in the Prodigal Series. Whereas the 1st described the fight against evil, in 2007, to save the James’ teenage children, this book details the incredibly painful and miraculous path their mother Genovi walked 10+ years earlier in the 1990's - to develop the faith that equipped her for that battle. For developing the armor to endure spiritual warfare doesn't happen overnight; and it certainly doesn't happen when you are clueless to the reality OF spiritual warfare. Unfortunately, 'clueless' would describe JJ & Genovi James as they began their married life. He was a talented young Navy pilot; and she was a feminist law student. Both were schooled in the current American culture – that of success, and beauty, and intelligence, and power. Those were their gods.
Aren’t they everyone’s?
But those gods fall short when life begins to spin out of control. And in the James family – life began to spin TOTALLY out of control. Here are just a few of those ‘spinning moments’:
.........."Two days later, JJ called. He was in the main room where the Captain steers the ship. His voice was faint, and worried. “Genovi, what is wrong.”
I sat down and began to cry. “JJ, I just have to tell you that I can not guarantee that any of your children will still be alive when you come back. We almost lost Colby the other day. I had no control. There is nothing I can do to protect them.” "..........
.........."The doctor told me that they could admit the baby, but she would probably do better in her own bed; so to take her home and make her comfortable. I was to bring her back in the morning so that they could see if she was improving or not. At that time they would make decisions. Then as he got up he looked at me sadly and asked where my husband was.
“On the carrier, the ship is in Port Call in Spain, I think.”
“If I were you,” he responded, “I would get him home; and soon.”"..........
.........."I stared at the Principal standing on my front step. “Mr. Dibbs,” I replied, “I put my kindergartner on the bus today to go to school. Please don’t tell me that you do not have her.”
“Now don’t panic,” he said, “they’ve already organized a search party and I’m sure they’ll find her soon…. Do you think you could come up to the school, Mrs. James? And do you have any recent pictures of her? The Police are asking for one.” "..........
And so join JJ & Genovi James as they get their 'wake up' call from the REAL God - a call that would ultimately save their children's lives - and their own.
About the Author
I am a fairly predictable person: a woman of steady habits raised in the land of steady habits – New England. If left to myself, I would be found with a good book and a cup of tea. Unfortunately, with four children, I am rarely left to myself. I am, in other words, a predictable person living an unpredictable life. Children will do that to you. One minute you’re sitting there, drinking your tea and reading something like ‘How to organize your life in 10 easy steps’. The next minute you answer the phone and you are living ‘How to keep your life from spinning out of control in 1 frantic step’. It ain’t easy. But that’s motherhood – yet apparently not ALL motherhood. I have friends (also mothers) who tell me that they are living vicariously through my stories. My stories, and my children, often make for a good laugh. Usually afterward. And always because I believe a good laugh outranks a good cry. It wasn’t always this way. There was a time in my life when I was a young, liberal, feminist law student; well on my way to solving all the problems of the world. I married a young Naval Aviator and began to travel that world. During the next years, we had 4 children and suddenly all the problems of that world seemed to move into my living room. They had names: Jessica, Colby, Rachel & Sarah. As time went by, I began to realize that, just perhaps, I wasn’t sure how to solve all the problems of the world; heck, some days I had no idea how to make it to dinner! But I hung in there and slowly, as the Lord used my ‘problems’ to grow my faith in Him, my focus became much clearer. And as my focus grew clearer; I began to realize just how OUT of focus so much of this world is… Just as a camera lens has difficulty focusing in dark places, so our spiritual lenses are skewed for lack of spiritual light. Our culture is growing darker; and focusing is harder than ever… Unless one walks with the Light of Faith – one stumbles about aimlessly. And unless one reasons with the Light of Faith – one reasons blindly. This book is the story of how I learned to walk, and reason, with that Light. And it all came from having ‘problems’ with 4 children…