A Light to My Path (Refiner's Fire) (Volume 3)
As a slave, Kitty has followed orders all her life. Now that she's free to choose, how will she know the right path? Beautifully repackaged!
Room cabinet and set a place for Grady at the table. He hesitated, then finally sat down at his master’s polished dining room table, certain that he was dreaming. He had to keep telling himself that there was no reason to be nervous, nobody was going to burst through the door and punish him for sitting at a white man’s table. These were his friends, Minnie and Jim. Massa Fuller was gone, and Grady was free. “Where’s your pretty little wife?” Minnie asked. Grady had to draw a deep breath before.
Wished she had a drawing to remember him by. She looked up to tell Kitty how blessed she was to have a drawing of Grady and saw the poor girl’s tears. Delia never should have told Kitty her story. She never should have dashed all her hopes of ever seeing Grady again—even if it turned out to be true. “Believe me, honey,” Delia said softly, “I know how you’re feeling. My biggest sorrow was that I never had Shep’s child. At least you’ll have that. Your baby is a gift from God, a little part of.
Please, that’s all I ask. I ain’t expecting to ever see him again. I just need to know if he’s okay … and if he’s free.” Kitty lifted her head as the minister said, “Amen.” And she looked again at the vibrant glass picture of Jesus and the begging woman. He was bending forward, moving toward her. The woman lay helpless at His feet, but Kitty knew that Jesus was going to help her. He was going to lift her up. * * * The Coosaw River, South Carolina A rush of excitement pumped through.
Anyone or trip over the men’s feet as they lounged around. The room grew very warm. William warned Grady not to let any of the gentlemen get overheated—he should offer to take their coats and cool them with a palmetto fan. His own discomfort didn’t matter. He didn’t dare rest for a moment or take a sip of water to ease his own thirst. And when his hands became slippery with sweat he had to make sure that he wiped them dry so he wouldn’t spill anything and earn a beating. Throughout the long.
Ever did meet,” she told him. “Handsomest one, too. But I suppose you already know that.” He grinned at her in the mirror as their eyes met, but she didn’t distract him from his primping for very long. He took his time washing, shaving, brushing his neatly trimmed hair. During the three years Delia had known him, Grady had grown into a tall, well-built young man, muscular and solid from his hard work in the stables with Jesse. Dressed in livery and sitting high atop the driver’s seat of Massa’s.