Read The Widow of Saunders Creek Online
Authors: Tracey Bateman
I had thought spring in the Ozarks was beautiful, but fall took my breath away. I stood on my bridge, looking out at the gently flowing water dotted with red leaves and golden leaves traveling downstream. Joy washed over me as a cool breeze signaled the end of the long summer we’d just endured.
Eli’s solid arm stretched across my back, his fingers curling around my waist, pulling me firmly against him. I slipped my arm around him and held him as close. My heart swelled with love for this man.
“How’s the painting coming along?” he asked against my hair.
“It’s going to make the perfect wedding gift for Lola and Joe,” I answered. I had taken a photograph of the bridge and blown it up to eight by ten to look at while I painted. Lola loved this bridge almost as much as I did.
“Would you consider painting another one as a wedding gift for me?”
My stomach twisted for a second at the thought of Eli getting married, but then logic returned. He pulled back and knelt on his good leg. He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a velvet box.
He looked up at me with such tenderness in his brown eyes, I found myself kneeling to face him, tears springing to my eyes.
“Hey,” he said softly, reaching out to brush my hair from my face. “You’re supposed to stand there until I ask at least.”
“I was too far away from you.” I leaned my forehead against his and clasped my hand over the box. “Ask me.”
With his forehead against mine and tears flowing down my face, he did. “Corrie Saunders, will you marry me?”
What had I ever done to deserve the forever-love this man was offering? I nodded, opening the box. He took the beautiful solitaire ring and slid it onto my finger. He held my face between his strong, capable hands.
Our eyes locked, and in the same calm way Eli had always approached me, he leaned close and pressed his lips to mine, sealing our promise that we would join our lives.
I prayed that the sins of the past were gone from this place and only God’s Spirit would dwell here as we raised our family and left this land to new generations.
Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all
the days of my life
,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever
.
My thanks to Kristine McGuire, who shared liberally from her experiences as a former medium and ghost hunter. Those two hours on the phone with you changed the direction of the book and deepened the authenticity. Thank you for not shying away from the hard places and for using your life to set the captives free. May God bless your efforts and use you mightily.
Kathy Helmers, for believing in the project and helping with initial development.
The Widow of Saunders Creek
would never have seen daylight without your confidence in me and your negotiating abilities. Thank you.
Shannon Marchese, editor extraordinaire. I definitely benefit from our partnership more than you do! Thank you for setting the bar high and challenging me to stretch myself.
To the WaterBrook team. From editors, to sales and marketing and publicity, cover design, copyediting and proofreading. I wish I had words to tell you how important you are. You handle each book with a loving touch and single-hearted commitment. I pray that God will bless each of you as you partner with authors like me to fulfill His purposes. He gets all the glory, but please accept my sincere thanks.
Kathy Fuller, thank you for critiquing my work and reminding me that sometimes less is more.
To my family: Rusty, Cat, Michael, Stevan, and Will. You guys make me laugh and give me encouragement when I’m sure I can’t write another word. Thank you for having my back and loving me in spite of my weaknesses. I love you more than any five people in this world.