Julia's Journey (A Coming Home Again Novel Book 2) by Lowe T.I

Author:Lowe, T.I. [Lowe, T.I.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Julia

Greyson Stone is one man not to be underestimated. It’s been a week since the Witching Woods fiasco and I’m still not over it—but in a good way. I cannot get over the fact that I made it through an anniversary of the rape without it haunting me to no end. Let’s not forget I was being haunted but not by that. And I’ll take that any day.

That man amazes me that he would fake a backache and hunt down such an unusual distraction—just for me. I can’t wrap my mind around his abundance of selflessness. Greyson makes me want to be more like that myself. I’m definitely turning a new leaf, albeit slowly. The night after the stay in the woods, I found another Bible verse tucked into the pages of my journal.

Greyson wrote – Isaiah 41:13 - For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear; I will help you. He also wrote – You’re not alone.

The Witching Woods craziness and a daylong white water rafting excursion have rounded out our more adventurous part of Tennessee. That day on the wild rapids was one of the most frightening yet most exciting days I’ve ever endured. The vigorous water whipping around our tiny raft was so powerful. I had no time to think about anything but the moment. We paddled and bravely, or maybe naively, battled the rapids in two separate runs that day, and it was amazing. We were dumped out of the raft twice. The guide was quick to get us back in the first time due to us being in a slightly tame spot. The second time, we weren’t so fortunate. I got swept away for a good distance from the rest of the group and had to cling to a rock for what felt like forever before they could get to me. I loved every minute of it! By the time we headed back to the campground, my arms felt like Jell-O. We fell into our beds that night from exhaustion and I slept like a baby.

Now things have become more leisurely, and that’s okay too. It sort of feels like we are catching our breaths on this leg of the trip. I’m mindful that Greyson still needs to not overdo things. He’s so much better, but I notice some days his energy levels lag behind. Those days, I insist on lounging around the pool or simply hanging out at the RV. He never opposes so I know he must really need it then. I’m amazed at how good it feels to take care of someone. I know I don’t do much for him, but I find that I really like to do it. I like bringing him a bottle of water when he doesn’t ask—just simple things to express his importance to me. And more astonishingly, I just love being in his company—talking or just sitting silently. I’ve never done the silent-sitting thing, but with him it’s so comfortable.

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