Pound Foolish (Windy City Neighbors Book 4) by Jackson Dave & Jackson Neta

Author:Jackson, Dave & Jackson, Neta [Jackson, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fiction/Christian
Publisher: Castle Rock Creative
Published: 2014-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

Fear not, little flock, whatever your lot,

He enters all rooms, “the doors being shut,”

He never forsakes; He never is gone,

So count on His presence in darkness and dawn.

Only believe, only believe;

All things are possible, only believe

Only believe, only believe;

All things are possible, only believe.

Nicole sat back in the desk chair and blew out a breath. The songwriter wasn’t singing about “believing” for a new car or even recovery from sickness and tragedy. That was not the promise. The song called God’s people to believe that Jesus would be with them and never forsake them no matter how bright or dark their circumstances . . . “whatever your lot.”

“Mommy, what does m-u-s-t-a-n-g spell?”

“What?” Nicole pulled her attention away from the words on the computer.

“M-u-s-t-a-n-g, what’s it spell?”

“Mustang. It’s a kind of a horse, Nate.”

“What kind of horse?”

“Uh, uh . . . a wild horse, out west.”

She turned back to the song on her computer screen.

Her jaw tightened. How could Pastor Hanson use this song to tell people they could get everything on their wish list, do everything on their bucket list, and have a pain-free, worry-free life if only they believed? What a cruel distortion of the truth. Yes, she knew the Bible made some extraordinary promises, but the greatest was Jesus’ promise just before He returned to heaven, “Lo, I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

But Greg had swallowed everything Pastor Hanson said—hook, line, and sinker. Why? Why was he so eager to believe it completely and so impatient when she questioned it? Sometimes he’d talked about a bigger house or a new car, but she hadn’t known him to be driven by raw greed. Perhaps he was more worried about this job change than she realized. Maybe he was just scared and grasping something to hold on to.

She wanted to help, not make things harder for him. But what could she do? Greg had been out of work for over a month now, and as far as she knew, he hadn’t made any big sales with his new SlowBurn business. He handled all the money for the family, so she didn’t know where they stood financially, but things must be getting tight.

Greg was going to be gone the next few days at the SlowBurn conference. What if . . .

Nicole glanced at the extension phone hanging on the wall above the computer. Greg was upstairs in the living room working and never used the home line for business. She dug through her purse until she found Lincoln Paddock’s business card, then went to the bottom of the stairs and listened. She could hear Greg talking on his cell. Good. Picking up the receiver to the house phone, she dialed Lincoln Paddock’s work number.

She was surprised when the call went straight through to him. “Uh, Mr. Paddock? This is Nicole Singer, your neighbor from down the street.”

“Oh yes. Hi, Nikki. What can I do for you?”

So friendly! “Hi . . . I was, I was just wondering whether you might be needing some clerical help in the next few days.

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