Terri Blackstock: A Real Life Intervention
CBN.com A SPIRITUAL AWAKENING
The glances to the left alerted Michael. When right-handed people glanced to the left, it usually meant they were making the story up as they went along. They glanced to the right when they were remembering things that had actually happened.
During all that, she had been the one to remind her brother and sisters that God hadn’t changed. That Jesus was still faithful even when his people had forsaken them. That they couldn’t let their circumstances dictate their beliefs.
Caleb wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he always did what Miller told him. As long as he kept him in dope, he was up for anything, usually with no questions asked.
You would think that Molly would be the name of someone light and fluffy. Molly sees only the dark side of the world, the part that shows on negative film. She misses all the good stuff.
They can send men to the moon. They can clone animals, for Pete's sake. Surely there's something that can be done about Mom's cancer.
But living in fear is no kind of life. We have to trust God. That doesn't mean bad things won't happen. But we know He's in charge.
“Would Miller do this, knowing we’d love nothing more than to nail him for another crime?”
“I know it’s unlikely,” he said. “But sociopaths can’t be accused of logic.”
They have me marked as a victim of PTSD, and the force doesn't want to hire people who could snap. The CID had a problem with it, too, which is why I was discharged. It's the story of military life. They send you to places where bombs explode like jack-in-the-boxes, blowing your friends to pièces before your eyes. Then they punish you when you can't stop thinking about it.
(…) Zeke, the Goth who’d fought with Grange, strode into the room. Jake heard a flurry of whispers and saw Grange turn around. Jake straightened and touched the kid’s shoulder, as if to protect him if this went bad. But Zeke’s eyes met Grange’s, and he stiffened like a cowboy staring down his enemy, as if deciding which one would leave town before sundown.
Taking my own life would be too selfish. (...) You can't just check out and think it will all will be over. It won't be over for anyone who loves you. You'll only leave them to run after the pieces that scatter in the angry wind. You'll leave them desperately trying to solve the problems you wouldn't... all while plugging their own wounds.