Homeschooling Can Be Murder by Susan Lyttek

Author:Susan Lyttek [Lyttek, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781611161854
Publisher: Pelican Ventures Book Group
Published: 2012-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

12

I woke up while it was still dark with my head on the seat of the recliner. I felt a little better than when I had cried myself to sleep, but surprised to find myself awake again. Then, I heard them. The moans from the graveyard. With the next round, Jelly woke, complaining. He didn’t whine very loudly, though. He didn’t like it, but seemed to be getting used to the nighttime routine.

I climbed over the doggie gate, patted Jelly’s head and peeked through the blinds. I could see the glint of a moving light, possibly a flashlight by the size of it, but couldn’t make out the forms of any people or anything that would make a moaning sound. Knowing that Ed was in no shape to be up and exploring, and with Rick dead, I couldn’t imagine who was out there. Perhaps Rick’s silent partner had decided to take matters into his own hands and find the treasure.

The kids and I would go look for clues in the morning, I decided. I headed back to the living room, as I double-checked the locks on the doors and windows. I picked up my mom’s old afghan to cover myself and stretched out on the couch. Tonight, I couldn’t bear to be in the bed all by myself.

As my eyes drooped, I heard thunder in the distance rumbling closer. The moans stopped abruptly. It had to be a very live and human ghost not to want to get caught in a thunderstorm. Soon, the steady beat of the rain on the roof, accompanied by reminders of God’s power in thunder and lightning, calmed my spirit and I fell soundly asleep.

When I woke, the rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to glint through the curtains and blinds. Morning. As soon as he saw me stir, Jelly barked twice.

“OK, boy. I’m coming.”

I let him out of the kitchen and led him to the back porch and out into the yard. He ran around the yard three times before deciding to do his business on the very first tree he had passed. He seemed in no hurry to come back in, so I left him to romp while I started a pot of coffee.

With the advent of daylight and the passing of the rain, I felt cleansed. The despair and sadness had eased. I still missed James and would love to have talked with him, but I knew God was in control and that one way or another, all was right with my world.

I poured myself a cup of coffee in my favorite mug that said “Paws to Pray” with a picture of a bulldog on it, his paws together. James had bought it for me shortly after we adopted Jelly. He had told me to remember that even our dog knew Who was most important.

I certainly hadn’t done a whole lot of out loud praying lately. And my track record for morning devotionals had slipped abysmally. But the tears and

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