Today we continue our week-long visit with Clare Revell as she shares something she treasures with us....
When you’re growing up with brothers and sisters, sometimes you wish they’d just go away and stop bugging you. Especially the younger kind who always want to hang out with you when you have friends over. Or play in your room cos it’s so much better than theirs. Or just bug you because they can.
But then suddenly, almost in a flash, you’re all grown up and going your separate ways. In our case that’s quite literally all over the world. Even though I was the oldest, my brother left first, to go to university. (I stayed at home and went to the local college and ended up with letters after my name that way.) After graduation, he got a job locally and moved back home again. Things continued as normal — my sisters each left for university, but my brother was always there.
Until the day I realized that I was actually right about “Miss Right living in Australia.” And so Andy moved. 12,000 miles away. And now we see each other once every three or four years. And all those irritating memories suddenly become priceless and all you have to hold on to. Along with the fact he still thrashes me daily at words with friends. Honestly, either he cheats or I just get the rubbish letters every single time. I’m not sure which. J
On an extended holiday from the UK, John Connington finds himself in Sydney with nowhere to stay. Only a telephone number from a friend of someone his sister works with offering him a place to stay. Trusting that God knows what He’s doing, John rings and asks a total stranger if he can stay.
Jo can’t believe the audacity of the man, yet when her flat mate knows of this arrangement there is nothing she can do. She’s not prepared for the avalanche of feelings produced by seeing John. Not impressed by God’s sense of humour she fights how she feels until just before John leaves for home, both their lives change forever.
Can a long distance relationship really work or is God just teasing them both?
He slid his card through the phone and dialed the number. It rang twice.
“Hello?” a very warm and feminine voice answered.
John took a deep breath, not sure about asking for a place to stay from a stranger. He wasn’t impulsive and never made a decision without praying about it for several days first. “Hello, my name’s John Connington. Is Pippa there?”
“I’m afraid she’s not. I’m Jo, her housemate. Can I take a message? I can get her to call you back.”
For a moment, John was tempted to hang up, and he wiped his damp palm on his jeans, before he slid his free hand into his pocket. “Not very easily, I’m afraid.” Something prompted him to speak. “I’m calling from a pay phone. I was given Pippa’s number by a Christian friend of hers—Sandy Franklin. She works with my sister, Emma, in the UK. The short story is I was told if I needed a place to stay in Sydney, that I should ring Pippa, and she’d put me up.”
Silence echoed before the voice stammered. “I—I see. Well, like I said, Pip isn’t here right now. She should be back in an hour or so. Call back then.”
His heart sank. “All right. I’ll do that. Goodbye.” He set the phone back on the wall. What do I do, Lord?
Gentle feelings touched him that he should go on faith and just leave the hostel. No room at the inn, yet they found a stable. I will provide.
An Aussie Christmas Angel can be purchased at Pelican Book Group, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes & Noble Nook.
Hope you enjoyed today's treasure! Stay tuned tomorrow when Clare visits with another of her books, and the rest of the week for Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight!