Not by Sight A Novel

CHAPTER 42

Five months later —Thanksgiving Day

Abby looked out the huge dining-room window in the Cummings’ log house, the billows of morning fog on Beaver Lake not quite dissipated in the chilly November air. High above the sea of white, a flock of Canada geese moved in a perfect V formation, the white in their wings dazzling in the sun as they flew southward.

Warmed by the crackling fire, the beauty of Mama’s Thanksgiving table, and the presence of those she loved, Abby lingered for quite some time over her empty plate. What a blessing it was having Riley with them again.

“I keep thinking I want thirds,” Abby said. “But I can’t eat another bite. I’m sure I’ll want leftovers later.”

“Mrs. Cummings, that was the best fried turkey dinner I ever sunk my teeth into,” Jay said. “Just don’t tell my mom I said so. She really hates to cook. Richie took her out to Mrs. Simm’s Back Porch.”

“Mama’s fried turkey is the juiciest in the world!” Jesse exclaimed. “But I also love her cornbread dressing. Mashed potatoes and gravy. Sweet potatoes with marshmallows. Frozen fruit salad. Those awesome green beans with the crunchy onions. And I ate four homemade rolls.”

Hawk stood. “So who’s ready for pie?”

“Are you kidding me?” Kate said. “You couldn’t possibly enjoy dessert this soon after eating all that food.”

Hawk laughed. “Y’all are wimps. I’m ready for a piece of Dutch apple, lemon meringue, blackbottom, and pumpkin pie!”

“Well, you’re going to have to wait for the rest of us,” Kate said. “And we’re waiting for Elliot. He’s having Thanksgiving dinner with his sister’s family but promised to have dessert with us and to watch Home Alone.”

“I know,” Hawk said. “I’m just messin’ with you, Mama. It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun without Elliot, now would it?”

Kate smiled, wondering if she was as transparent to everyone else in the family.

“I ain’t never had Thanksgivin’ before,” Riley said, looking adorable in her brown-and-white gingham dress and the matching bow holding her long ponytail. “It’s the funnest day.”

“It’s fun all right,” Buck said, a smile appearing beneath his white mustache. “But there’s still Christmas.”

“Yay, I love Christmas!” Jesse exclaimed. “We get to make a gingerbread house.”

“I ain’t never seen one,” Riley said. “Is it bigger ’n this house?”

Jesse shook his head. “It’s just a wee little house we make with walls of gingerbread and icing and candy and sprinkles. It’s so much fun. It’s just for decoration. You’ll see.”

“We string a gazillion colored lights on the outside of Angel View,” Abby said, “and all across the back deck. And a huge white star on the very top of the roof. People can see it from Beaver Lake. It’s so cool.”

“And we get to cut down our own Christmas tree that goes all the way to the ceiling”—Jesse’s eyes grew big and round—“and put it in front of the big window in the living room so Santa can’t miss it. Right, Mama?” He winked at Kate.

“That’s right. I told Riley we’re going to celebrate Jesus’s birthday properly this year. But we also look forward to whatever Santa brings us. We seem to get lots of presents.”

Riley grinned, exposing a gap where her front teeth had been. “I love presents!”

“As long as we’re waiting on Elliot,” Hawk said, “I think I’ll drive down the mountain to Foggy Ridge and wash my jeep.”

“Tell Laura Lynn we said hey.” Abby shot her brother a knowing look and laughed at his red cheeks.

“Man, is nothing sacred around here?” Hawk sat back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest.

“Why don’t you invite Laura Lynn to join us for dessert and the movie?” Kate said. “There’s always room for one more.”

Hawk smiled sheepishly. “I knew you’d say that. I already did.”

“After I help Mama clean the kitchen,” Abby said to Jay, “why don’t we go for a walk and burn off this amazing meal?”

“I may have to run to get this off.” Jay put his hands on his full belly.

“As for this ol’ duffer,” Buck said, “I’m gonna snooze a while, right there next to that warm fire.”

Jesse tore off a piece of a hot roll and popped it into his mouth. “I’m gonna play video games.”

“Before you go, would each of you bring your dishes to the kitchen?” Kate said.

“I’m fixin’ to help Mama dry the pans and platters,” Riley proudly announced. “I know how to be real careful so I don’t break nothin’.”

Abby thought back on memorable conversations she’d had with her mother while cleaning up the kitchen on holidays past. She looked over at Riley. “Thanksgiving cleanup is a special time only we girls get to enjoy.”

“And we guys are more than happy to let you.” Hawk laughed. “See y’all later.”

Abby got up and carried her dishes into the kitchen. She hugged her mother and whispered in her ear. “I love you. This is the best Thanksgiving ever—for so many reasons.”

Kate nodded. “It’s been a long time since there’s been this much laughter in the house. Why don’t you and Jay go for that walk. Riley and I can handle the kitchen.”

“You sure?”

Kate smiled. “I’ll load the dishwasher, and whatever’s left, I’ll wash and she can dry. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay, see y’all later.” Abby linked arms with Jay. “Guess we’re good to go.”

Abby opened the front door and stepped into the crisp November afternoon, marveling at the ways God had honored her mustard-seed faith when that’s all she had. He had done a lot more than just bring Riley home. He had given her back her family.



Kate ran the fully loaded dishwasher on the china-and-crystal setting, and then handwashed the pots and pans and serving pieces. She was tickled that Riley seemed to take great pride in drying them thoroughly and setting them aside neatly on the countertop, as if to display her handiwork.

“Mama, can we spend time lookin’ at the pictures now?” Riley said.

“Sure.”

“I wanna see the ones of me when I was little. And of Daddy and me.”

“Come on,” Kate said. “We’re about done here. Let’s go look at pictures while the house is quiet.”

Kate went into the living room, where her father snored contentedly in his easy chair next to the crackling fire. She picked up the least heavy of the brown leather photo albums and sat on the couch next to Riley. She opened the album, which was filled with pictures taken of Riley shortly after she was born. They had looked through this album more in the past six months than in the entire five years her daughter was missing.

Riley studied each picture, smiling with her eyes. “Daddy looks nice. I look kinda weird.”

“You were a beautiful baby.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Oh, sweetie, look at all that dark hair,” Kate said. “And those pretty almond-shaped eyes. And fair skin. You looked like a little doll.”

“Is that why you and Daddy loved me?”

Kate slipped her arm around Riley’s shoulder. “You were adorable, but that’s not the reason. There’s a very special love that happens between a parent and child. Your daddy and I didn’t even have to try—we just loved you the minute we saw you. Of course, we’d been waiting patiently for nine months to meet you.”

“And y’all weren’t disappointed?”

“Not even slightly. We were thrilled.”

“I wish I could remember Daddy. I can’t remember nothin’ before I lived with Pa and Otha.”

Kate stroked Riley’s ponytail. “Well, most kids don’t remember much before the age of five anyhow. But you can count on me and Abby, your brothers, and Grandpa Buck to tell you about it. All of us remember.”

“I wish Pa didn’t kill my real daddy.”

“Me, too,” Kate said. “Micah was a fine man. He loved us all very much. And we loved him with all our hearts.”

Riley paused and seemed to be thinking. “Maybe if I woulda got killed instead, you wouldn’t hafta miss him so much.”

“Sweetie, don’t ever think that. We would miss you the same way.” Kate looked into her daughter’s innocent blue eyes. “We already know what missing you feels like. It was the most awful hurt in the world.”

“And now it don’t hurt no more?”

“Not at all.” Kate pulled Riley closer. “And having you home is the greatest blessing of this Thanksgiving.”

Kate noticed the corners of her father’s mouth had curled up, as if to say it didn’t hurt that Kate had stopped blaming God and decided to move on with her life.

“I’m glad you’re my real mama,” Riley said. “You make me happy every single day.”

“I feel the same way about you.” Kate tapped her on the nose. “You make me happy from the inside out.”

“’Cause you like me?”

“Yes. And because I’ve never ever stopped loving you—not for one minute.”

“Not for a teeny-tiny second?” Riley cocked her head and flashed an elfin grin.

“Not for a single heartbeat.” Kate took her daughter’s hand and kissed it, relishing this daily mantra that reminded her that the ending of the story was still in the making.

Riley went through all the photos in the album two more times, never seeming to tire of seeing the same pictures and hearing Kate repeat the stories behind them.

Kate glanced at her watch. An hour and forty minutes had flown by. Soon her other children would return, Elliot would arrive, and the Cummings household would be bustling with love and laughter and crazy chaos. But for now, Kate nestled with Riley for a few sacred moments, words totally unnecessary, and affixed this sweet memory onto a new page of her mental scrapbook, all too aware of the five years of empty pages stained with tears.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” The words of Jeremiah 29:11 raced through her mind with newfound clarity and hope.

Kate would never again take these intimate moments for granted or assume there would be another. Every day she was still breathing, she would be intentional about embracing her blessings—great and small, past and present. And she would leave the door open to the future—to the happier days God still had in store for her.

Kate heard a car door slam just as Jesse slid down the staircase banister and landed on his bare feet.

“Elliot’s here!” Jesse announced, his voice booming about three decibels louder than was necessary. “He’s exactly on time!”

Kate smiled at the understatement and relished the warm glow that seemed to melt through her at the mention of his name. Yes, he’s exactly on time. But then, God’s blessings always are.





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A Note from the Author

Without faith it is impossible to please God,

because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists

and he rewards those who earnestly seek him.

Hebrews 11:6

Dear reader friend,

Deep, abiding faith is rarely easy to come by. We aren’t “born again” with our faith already mature and strong and tested. But we usually begin with a childlike faith that trusts our Father to hear and answer our prayers—that believes with all our heart that He can do anything. Abby did. She chose to trust Him even when the path was dark and scary and uncertain. It wasn’t because she had no other choice. She could have chosen to blame God for the woes that had befallen her family. Allowed anger and bitterness to consume her life and steal her faith. But she saw firsthand what that kind of attitude had done to her mother, and she chose better.

I’m not one to walk away from God when things get tough. But I admit I have been guilty, from time to time, of reacting to adversity out of the flesh when circumstances were overwhelming, and not really believing deep down that God was going to help me. I knew He could. But would He? During those times when I didn’t exercise faith, the struggle was significantly more difficult. Attitude is everything! Every painful trial I’ve faced without faith has left a dark, ominous memory. But those trying times when I chose to believe God’s promise never to leave or forsake me, and trusted Him to help me through, often resulted in a blessing for me and/or someone else.

It’s impossible to overrate the peace of God that passes understanding. But it’s also impossible to have that confident peace without faith in the One who provides it.

Kate suffered immeasurably, to be sure. And her faith was tested beyond what most of us will ever be forced to endure. But in the end, she came back to faith, back to the spiritual realities she had discarded as myth and the God who had disappointed her. In her suffering, Kate’s perspective had changed. She realized that it was better to forge ahead in blind faith than to forge ahead merely blind. She couldn’t control the outcome either way. But choosing to have faith in the One who could, had the power to make the journey infinitely more bearable.

Well, friend. I hope you’re hooked on these characters after this first book, and I invite you to join me for book two in the Ozark Mountain Trilogy. We will watch several budding romances and go on a roller-coaster ride of emotions after Jesse witnesses the drowning of an elderly woman while he’s fishing from the riverbank—more nail-biting suspense involving the entire Cummings family.

I would love to hear from you. Join me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/kathyherman, or drop by my website at www.kathyherman.com and leave your comments on my guest book. I read and respond to every email and greatly value your input.

In Him,





Discussion Guide

Not by Sight

1. This story is based on 2 Corinthians 5:7: “We live by faith, not by sight.” Can you think of a time in your life when you found yourself in circumstances that required blind faith? Did you, like Abby, have a quiet thrill of expectation, believing God would act? Did He? Or were you, like Kate, disappointed that He seemed silent? If you were disappointed, could you see His hand in the situation later on?

2. Would you agree that God lives outside the constraints of time? Do you think it’s possible that sometimes He answers our prayers, but it takes us years of our life’s journey to get to the answer? Can you think of an example of that in your own life?

3. Do you think that having genuine faith makes confronting life’s difficult issues easier? Why or why not? How might Kate’s life have been different had she embraced the same kind of faith Grandpa Buck had? Or Abby?

4. Can you understand how Kate must have felt when it seemed as though God had turned a deaf ear to her cries for help in the search for Micah and Riley Jo? Have you ever been in a situation that was dire and experienced answered prayer that changed everything? Have you been in dire circumstances that never seemed to change, no matter how hard you or anyone else prayed? Were you able to hold tightly to your faith? Or did you find yourself slipping into unbelief? If so, did you eventually come back to faith in God? Can you pinpoint the reason why you did or didn’t?

5. Hebrews 11:1 tells us, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Can you put this into your own words? Can you name some spiritual truths that you believe strictly by faith?

6. “And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him” (Heb. 11:6). Why do you think it’s impossible to please God without faith? Has there ever been a person who has put his or her faith in you to accomplish something? How did it make you feel to have their trust? Has anyone ever treated you with a complete lack of faith? Did their lack of trust and confidence in you do anything positive to build a closer relationship? Do you think that our faith in God helps to build our relationship with Him?

7. Are you comfortable leaving every detail of your life in God’s hands? Or does it make you a little nervous? Are there some things (or people) you find harder to trust God with? If you had been in Kate’s shoes and had to go forward, not knowing if your spouse and baby daughter were alive or dead or whether your spouse had left you, do you think you would have handled it better?

8. Has God ever tested your faith by allowing a family member’s life to hang in the balance? Were you able to let go of that loved one, believing that God knew what was best? Or was it a difficult struggle for you, coming to grips with your helplessness in the matter?

9. Do you think that having faith means never asking why? Do you think that having questions negates your faith? Is it possible to choose faith, in spite of questions and doubts? Have you ever done that? What do you think the father of the deaf-and-mute boy meant (Mark 9:24) when he said to Jesus, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”?

10. How do you think faith grows? Do you believe Grandpa Buck, that faith isn’t really faith until it’s tested? In what ways has your faith been tested? Did the trial make your faith stronger? Did it make you trust God more? If not, how did it affect your relationship with Him? Is there something besides adversity that has grown your faith?

11. Who was your favorite character in the story, and why? Who was your least favorite character, and why? What was the takeaway for you?





NOT BY SIGHT

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Bestselling suspense novelist KATHY HERMAN has written nineteen novels in five previous series—including the acclaimed Secrets of Roux River Bayou and the Sophie Trace Trilogy—since retiring from her family’s Christian bookstore business. She and her husband, Paul, have three grown children and live in Tyler, Texas.

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