Fire In The Bones

A Contemporary Christian Romance About Learning To Lean On Jesus

De: Ramona Levacy

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Neely Watts has come to the Jessup Ranch in search of answers. Twelve years after being dumped at the altar and regardless of her success as a country singer, Neely has a hole in her heart that nothing, not even fame and fortune, seems to fill. When Neely returns to her Texas roots hoping to find a happiness that has eluded her ever since that fateful day when Tom Rice gave his name to another girl, the last thing she expects to discover is her need for a relationship with God. But before she comes to truly understand the importance knowing God plays in her life, Neely also has to come to terms with her past. Tom Rice, now a widower, offers Neely a second chance at the life she should have had, if she can forgive him for breaking her heart. And then, there is Antonio Ramos, a successful neurosurgeon who makes Neely see herself in a new light. And quietly, in the background, Mordecai Jessup offers Neely the one thing she doesn’t even realize she’s been missing, a relationship with her Savior Christ, upon Whose promises alone Neely can truly depend. ### The journal of a man she knew, more by reputation than acquaintance, sat in Neely’s lap as she moved her legs lazily against the porch swing, gazing across the neat rows of barns and stables and bunk houses that proved the prosperity of Mordecai Jessup’s ranch, despite all the hardships this friend of Neely’s grandfather had suffered throughout his long life. She turned to the yellowed pages and read: "There's a spot near the creek, just under the fruitless mulberry, where the dawn sun streaks through the leaves in shafts of dancing pollen. I come here, too empty for prayers, listening to the world around me come awake, the bwa-a-a-t of tree frogs, the chirp of newborns in their nests, the snort of my mare crunching lazily on the grass. "Today, the first prayer came, syllables of feelings that rose from my belly and out through a throat gone tight. The anger came next, words no sane man would bring before the All Mighty Creator, but they were all I had, and He knew it anyway. "With all negativity spent, spewed out from my toes until I was empty and light, I fell to my knees and just breathed, long gasps for air as if I had not breathed in a long, long time. The air, so bitter moments before, tasted fluffy and sweet. . . "