Jack and Beth Dunne travel separately to Valselo on a good-will pilgrimage to support a local orphanage. Jack uses philanthropy as an excuse to see Beth again after bitterness and grief separated them following the funeral of their five month old son three years ago. Forever soulmates, despite the seemingly impenetrable barriers they have erected between them, will they find the courage to forgive and fix their marriage? Or will they selflessly love enough to let each other go?
seating arrangement in the forefront of the office. In a flash, the priest occupied one of the two Barcelona chairs.
Jack joined him reluctantly, the checkbook dangling from his hand.
"I’d like you to go on a trip with me," Father Mark said. ‚For now, I’ll just need one thousand, five hundred, ninety-nine dollars. That covers everything, including air fare."
Relief eased tense muscles and Jack relaxed against the soft leather. "I don’t have a single qualm about giving you any amount that would satisfy you, Father. I’d be glad to help right now. I don’t need to evaluate this place personally."
"Thank you, Jack. And I’ll gladly accept any donation you see fit. But I still want you to write that check and come with me. We leave Friday."
Jack knit his brows. "I’m sorry. But that’s impossible."
"Do you know that Beth works at St. Mary’s? She runs the business office for me."
A myriad of emotions coursed through him, shame foremost. "No...I..." How could he explain the wall of silence between them that had grown ever higher, and more impenetrable?
"This is Beth’s favorite charity, Jack. She pours all the money you send her into it and others like it. She’ll be among the members of the group I’m taking there."
My Beth. My love. The chasm in his heart widened. Guilt and grief winged inside him like swarms of angry insects. "Father, don’t make me talk about this."
A warm hand covered his. "I won’t. But trust me, Jack? Come on this pilgrimage."
"I haven’t spoken to Beth since the funeral. We’ve been separated for three years. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. We can’t get past this, Father." Tears stung the corners of his eyelids at the admission.
His gaze soft, Father Mark squeezed Jack’s hand. "Do you love your wife?"
Jack heaved his chest. "I adore her. But I can’t face her."
"Have I ever asked the impossible of you, Jack?"
"Not really." He grinned, despite the distress talking about Beth engendered. "But at the time, it felt like it."
"You can face her. And you should." FatherMark slipped his hand away and rose from his seat.
"Plus, I want you to bring that checkbook, son."
I love it!!!
I love it!!!
This is such a wonderful story! The beauty of Valselo, not just in the scenery, but in the people sharing this wonderful pilgrimage is amazing. And the hope and joy that seeps from the pages is something you don't find every day, just another one of His miracles, I think.
Pick up a copy, you won't regret it!