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Looking Out the Window: Prism Book Group's Love Is...Celebration Continues with Books and Prizes. Book Number Two, Clue Into Kindness by Gay N. Lewis



In honor of the start of Prismā€™s new Love Isā€¦ series ā€“ a string of romance novellas based on 1 Corinthians 13:4-6 ā€“ we are inviting you to BE OUR VALENTINE!

We will be giving away a Hersheyā€™s Chocolate Loverā€™s Square Tower (value $46.96) as well as the entire Love Isā€¦ series as it releases (in format of choice including ebook or print) to one lucky winner!

Two runner-ups will receive the first Love Isā€¦ book in print (containing the first several novellas) and a $10 gift certificate.

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From Gay N. Lewis

A Whirlwind Relationship

At the age of seventeen, my boyfriend presented me with an engagement ring. I said yes and then wondered what Iā€™d done.

My fiancĆ© was good-looking, charming, and he cared for me, but our goals were different. The man Iā€™d promised to marry planned life as a farmer. Can you imagine me as a farmerā€™s wife? I grew up in the city, had never even planted a pot of ivy, and possessed no idea about country life.

And to top that off, at the age of eight, Iā€™d surrendered for Godā€™s service. I presumed Iā€™d teach children Bible stories in a distant country in South America. After all, I was studying Spanish.
To say I had second thoughts about marriage to this nice guy is an understatement. Our ideas were totally incompatible. I guess when I said yes I didnā€™t want to hurt his feelings.

I finally decided it would be kinder to undo this tragedy in the early stages rather than continue in a relationship destined for failure. Three months later, on a Saturday night, I gave him the ring back. He reluctantly accepted it and said to me, ā€œYouā€™re gonna get your feet wet.ā€

As I tried to sleep the night of our heartbreaking parting, I thought about his odd remark. Iā€™d never heard the expression before, but I had an idea what he meant. The thought came to me that my feet had been in hot water when Iā€™d accepted his proposal. Iā€™d just dried them off when I returned the ring.
The next morning dawned warm for early March in Texas. After church, I spent the afternoon washing cars for a high school fundraiser. The project kept my mind off the sadness dwelling in my spirit. During a lull between vehicles, I inspected my appearance and gave a rueful smile. My feet were literally wet, and so was the rest of me. I was a dirty mess, but I donā€™t think that was the kind of prognostication my former fiancĆ© had meant.

As I finished hosing down the last car, a friend and her mom came by. I declined their invitation to attend a new church, but they talked me into it and waited for me to change clothes. The three of us strode late into the service. The small, crowded sanctuary left no room for us to sit together, so we split up.

A handsome young man with black, wavy hair and sparkling brown eyes led the music.
At the end of the service, he slipped out the back door and managed to be the first one to greet me as I left the sanctuary. The guy must have sprintedā€”he appeared faster than Texas tornado. We exchanged names and spoke a few minutes, and then I left.

Intuition told me heā€™d call on Wednesday night. And he did. We made a date to go bowling the coming Saturday night. The evening was fun, and in between my falling down once or twice and throwing my ball into the gutter rather than down the alley, I discovered he planned to enter the ministry.

He walked me to the door as our date ended. He kissed me goodnight and then said, ā€œIā€™m in love with you, and Iā€™m going to marry you.ā€

Whaaat? Was he kidding? Seriously?

Iā€™d just ended a relationship and had no intention of jumping into another one. This guy didnā€™t know me, and he loves me? What kind of nut could he be?

Before long, I learned. This man is a fast mover, makes speedy decisions, and is seldom wrong with his discernment.

Our relationship moved along at a rapid pace, and I discovered we shared the same goals.
He was in college, worked full time, gave twenty hours a week to the church, and somehow managed to find time for me.

Before long, a church in Oklahoma invited him to become their pastor. He accepted the invitation, and then drove back to Texas. We met for lunch the day he returned. He proposed marriageā€”presented me with a ring. I felt comfortable accepting this one, but I wanted to wait before we said the vows. Iā€™d just graduated high school and wanted to attend college for at least one semester. During those few months, I could plan a wedding.

ā€œOh no, you canā€™t do thatā€”no time. I told the church I was bringing a wife in three weeks. We have to marry now.ā€

Whaaat? Was he kidding again? Seriously?

After I gulped back my shock, I responded. ā€œI canā€™t marry you right now. My mom is in the hospital.ā€

His reply? ā€œWe can have the ceremony there.ā€

My fiancĆ© drove to the hospital to visit with mom. She was extremely ill, and we werenā€™t supposed to upset her. She surprised me by accepting the news well, but she asked the young preacher how much money he would be making.

ā€œFifteen dollars a week.ā€ Came the reply.

Mom almost fell from the bed. ā€œFifty dollars a week? You canā€™t live on that.ā€

Uh oh. Sheā€™d misunderstood the amount. My sweetheart merely nodded and said, ā€œThe Lord will provide for us.ā€

Six months after we met, we had a small ceremony in the chapel at the Methodist Hospital in Dallas, Texas. We said vows on a Thursday night and packed our few belongings on Friday. We drove to Oklahoma on Saturday, and Paul preached his first sermon on Sunday morning.

Our meeting and wedding sounds fictional, doesnā€™t it? But it is a true story.  I tell it often when I speak to groups. Maybe Iā€™ll include it in a book in the near future.

My sweetheart isnā€™t the most romantic guy in the world, but he is kind, caring, thoughtful, and funny. The first time I saw the Dallas skyline lighted up against the black sky as we drove in from rural Oklahoma, I cried.

My new husband said, ā€œIf Iā€™d known lights would make you this happy, I would have fastened a string of them in the back yard.ā€

Three daughters, and four grandchildren later, we find we think alikeā€”even finish each otherā€™s thoughts.

The Lord, Paul Lewis, family and friends are the loves of my life. Iā€™m thankful that God graciously prevented me from making a mistake with a nice guyā€”but he was the wrong one for me. God was kind to me, and I didnā€™t get my feet wet. God gave me the husband Heā€™d intended for me all along.  I just had no idea a whirlwind came with him.

And hereā€™s the thing, this man of mine still moves faster than I do. Somewhere over the years, Iā€™ve adapted to his swifter pace. On the other hand, heā€™s slowed down a bit so I can keep up.



About Clue into Kindness
 
Georgia loves her husband, Alan. She shows him kindness with actions and words, but Alan responds in a heartless, selfish way. To receive respect and admiration from people, he believes he must have a perfect wifeā€”so he criticizes Georgia at every opportunityā€”even tells her sheā€™s fat! Alanā€™s best friend Ken and his wife Jana reassure Georgia that she remains the gorgeous beauty queen she was during her college days. Who will Georgia believeā€”her friends or the mysterious, handsome stranger who comes into her life?
 
Circumstances bring a change to Alanā€™s attitude. But is it too late to save this marriage?
 
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Comments

Melissa Henderson saidā€¦
I am very excited about the contest and the book. My husband's name is Alan, although he is nothing like the character in the book. :-)
Gail Pallotta saidā€¦
It's a small world. Thanks for coming over to read about the books.
Gay N Lewis saidā€¦
Hi Melissa, my husband isn't like Alan either. We are blessed. You can't believe how many wives say Alan reminds them of their spouse. I had no idea Alan would bring as many comments as he does. Kindness pays off. Thanks for entering the Live Is Valentine event. Blessings!

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