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Sunday, May 26, 2013
Posted by Lisa Harris at 8:31 PM
Friday, May 17, 2013
FROM STOLEN IDENTITY:Jason Ryan snagged his cell phone from the kitchen table, then fumbled to answer before the caller hung up. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he checked the ID. Great. So the long lost prodigal had finally decided to check in.
He took the call, skipping any formalities with his best friend and business partner. "Where are you, Garrett?"
"Listen, I just have a minute. Some things have come up, and I…I need a few more days off."
"A few more days to do what?" Jason shoved the last file into his briefcase then slammed the lid shut. He didn't have time for more of Garrett's excuses. Not today.
"I can't tell you." His friend's voice faded in and out with the choppy connection.
"You can't or won't tell me? Come on, Garrett. I've put up with your excuses for weeks, and now you won't even answer my phone calls or respond to my emails. What am I supposed to do?"
"You don't understand—"
"No…" Jason let out a loud humph and started pacing the kitchen's mosaic tiled floor. "You're the one who doesn't understand, Garrett. I need you here. I just finished our final analysis of Simon's company and discovered another million dollars' worth of misappropriated funds. Do
you realize how much work we have ahead of us?"
"I'm sorry, for everything, but I've gotten involved in something…something serious."
"Tell me what's wrong, and I'll help you fix it," he insisted, trying to reason with his friend.
"I don't think this can be fixed."
Jason rubbed the back of his neck. He could read the aggravation in his friend's voice, but he wasn't buying the excuses anymore. They might have become close friends over the past seven years, but even that didn't make up for Garrett's recent erratic behavior. Or the fact he'd been AWOL from his job the past two weeks. "Convince me why I shouldn't terminate you."
"Because I need you to trust me."
Jason frowned. As far as he was concerned, trust wasn't one of his friend's fortes at the moment. "It's a woman, isn't it?"
"Yes. No. It's not what you think."
Jason felt the last thread of patience snap. Garrett's record with women was worse than his own. While a fourth date always seemed one date too close to commitment for Jason, Garrett rarely got past a second date before he was playing the field again.
"Come on, Garrett…tell me what's going on." Jason rummaged through the kitchen cabinet for a bottle of aspirin to take the edge off the headache that had been brewing all morning. "Your mother called me yesterday, worried sick because she hadn't heard from you in over a week. Plus, I'm covering for you at work, even though I can't even tell anyone where you are or what you're doing because I don't know myself."
"Like I said, I can't tell you. Not yet, anyway."
"Then at least tell me where you are?"
There was a slight pause on the line. Jason downed the tablets with a glass of tap water. He set the empty glass in the sink, still awaiting an answer. "Garrett?"
"I'm in Pacific Cove, but nothing is secure…not on-line…not this call…."
Garrett's voice faded away.
"Garrett? Can you hear me?"
Even though the small coastal town was only twenty miles from his father's cabin, he hadn't been to Pacific Cove for years. What in the world was Garrett doing there?
"The connection is…bad." Garrett's voice returned. "I'll call you again in a few days. I've got to
"Garrett, wait—" The line went dead.
Jason braced his hands against the sides of the kitchen sink and stared off into the distance at Mt. Hood shimmering in the morning sunlight. If Garrett was involved with a woman, why all the secrecy? Nothing made sense. He grabbed his car keys and briefcase and headed out the front door of his downtown Portland condo. Knowing Garrett, he was sitting at a beachside cafe eating crab cakes and oyster shooters with some girl he'd fallen for.
Some dire emergency. More like another one of Gar-rett's romantic liaisons. Or at least it had better be.
Four days later
Four-year-old Lauryn tugged on her mother's hand, her mouth drawn into a deep frown.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Danielle Corbett followed her daughter's gaze past the foot-tall sandcastle wall they'd just finished. Another few minutes and the structure would completely disappear into the shoreline.
"Someone's out there." Lauryn pointed to the swirling gray-blue waters of the Pacific Ocean dancing beneath the yellow sunlight that glistened off clusters of jagged rocks.
Something orange flashed in the water.
Danielle's gaze shifted to the right, and she squinted against the glare of the water. Another flash of color rose then disappeared. She scanned the deserted shoreline for help. Mr. Johnson walked his golden retriever most mornings. Reagan Garland jogged on the days he worked the night shift. Today, there was no one.
Grabbing Lauryn's hand, she ran toward her mother who had just finished gathering up their picnic supplies and handed her the beach bag. "Mom, there is a swimmer in distress. I need you to call 911 then take Lauryn with you up to the restaurant. Send someone for help, then wait for me there."
Not waiting for a response, Danielle hurried back into the surf, her tennis shoes soaking up the water and squishing beneath her sock-clad toes. Ignoring the Pacific Ocean's frigid temperature, she kept her focus on the figure as his head emerged gasping for air then vanished into the white foam.
A spray of water splashed her sun-chapped lips leaving behind its salty residue. Wiping the back of her hand against her mouth, Danielle trudged deeper into the ocean until she was only a few feet from the struggling body.
In an instant, he was gone.
Her toes barely touching the sandy bottom, Danielle searched the murky waters. Turning a full 360, her heart pounded frantically. Tufts of dark hair appeared at the surface. Diving into the water, she opened her eyes and aimed in the direction of the body. An eternity seemed to pass before the form appeared. This time he no longer struggled against the waves. An orange shirt hung off one shoulder. Heavy jeans hung like weights on his legs. Grabbing his shoulders,
Danielle turned against the strengthening tide and headed for the surface.
Stay calm. Don't panic.
The emergency training course she'd taken last summer flashed before her. She took a deep breath and struggled to keep her head above the waves.
Pulling the man toward her, Danielle rested the back of his head against her chest. He lay limp in her arms.
Please God, don't let me be too late.
She checked the beach. It was empty.
One second at a time. One stroke at a time.
Pulling her free arm against the waves, Danielle pushed against the water until her feet touched the sand beneath her. The weight of the man grew heavy in her arms, but at least he wasn't fighting against her.
Danielle shivered, willing her body to keep swimming toward the shore, but even her training for this year's local triathlon hadn't prepared her for this. Underwater waves pushed against her legs. The sand sank beneath her feet making progress difficult. Ten more feet. She could see the edge of the water now. Five more feet.
Finally collapsing onto the wet sand, Danielle dragged the man far enough away from the incoming tide so that she could work unhindered. She looked to the deserted shoreline for help, worried that she didn't have time to wait for the paramedics to arrive, then gently shook his body. She felt for a pulse beneath his jawline and checked his breathing.
Danielle fought the alarm that rose in her chest as she placed the heel of her hand in the center of his chest and started chest compressions. A lock of dark hair rested against his forehead. Freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. A small scar crossed his left eyebrow. He was somebody's son, brother, husband….
Lord, I need a miracle.
Danielle glanced up and drew out a labored sigh of relief at the man running toward her. Athletic build, dark blond hair… Pale blue eyes met hers a moment later as he knelt on the sand across from her.
Danielle heard the urgency in his voice as she tried to catch her breath. Surely she was seeing things. Jason Ryan?
His gaze shifted from her face, to the body, then back to her again. "Danielle? Tell me what happened," he said, his expression full of questions.
There was no time to process the familiar features…or the ten years that had passed since she'd last seen him. "I pulled him out of the water. I've tried CPR, but he doesn't have a pulse, and he's not breathing." Danielle felt her own heart pounding inside her chest. "My mother called 911 and has gone to the restaurant to get help."
He caught her gaze, then grabbed her hands, turning them over palms up. Danielle felt the air rush out of her lungs. They were covered with blood. "I don't think he drowned, Danielle. He's been shot."
Jason fought the panic as he tried to process the blood on Danielle's hands…and the fact that he'd just found Garrett. But if there was any chance of saving his friend, they both were going to have to keep their focus.
Needing to find the source of the injury, he turned his friend on to his side where the blood had seeped onto the sand. Two holes punctuated his back, leaving dark circles of blood behind. No pulse. No heartbeat. A sickening feeling flooded through him. Garrett was dead.
"We can still save him." Sirens wailed in the distance as Danielle knelt in front of Garrett's lifeless body and began the chest compressions again.
"It's too late...
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
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Posted by Lisa Harris at 11:09 AM
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
From the time he was about four, our youngest son began taking about China. I never really understood why. We were living in South Africa and China was a world away. We know nothing about the country that holds the world’s largest population, but over the years, Jayden’s interest has never waned. About six months ago, I was convicted that his interest in China—a subject that seemed to come up everyday—was more than a passing childhood interest in another culture.
I sat down with Jayden and asked him if he remembered the story of God calling Samuel, and how Eli finally told him to go back to bed and to listen because it was the Lord. We decided that we would start praying that God would open his heart to God’s calling on his life. We also started reading the biography of Hudson Taylor, a missionary to China in the 1800’s, and were challenged by this man’s incredible faith.
A few weeks later, Scott was at church in South Africa and felt God communicate that He wanted us to take Jayden to China for a visit and that it needed to be soon. When Scott told me this, I could see the importance, but had no idea how we could do this financially, or when we could fit it into our schedule. So we continued praying, and in the meantime, every school report Jayden did was focused on China as he continued to learn everything he could about the country and its people.
The next few months were increasingly challenging beginning with the death of Reiner, our teammates’ son. With that and a number of other challenges we were facing, thoughts of a trip were pushed onto the back burner. Then early this year, I was thinking about China and, inspired by Hudson Taylor’s faith, I decided to pray specifically about the funding of a trip. I knew we couldn’t take him unless God provided, so I asked Jayden to pray with me. If God wanted Jayden to go, then He was going to have to provide a way.
Two days later, I received an email from my agent. With Gabriel in boarding school in Kenya, and Mariah and Jayden hoping to join him in the fall, my writing has helped to supplement the cost and allow us to visit the school a couple times a year which has become very important to me. I was hoping to sell one book, but to my surprise, the contract was for three books.
At first I was simply excited about the three-book sale. Then it hit me. The Lord was providing not only for me to visit our kids in boarding school, but the trip to China as well. I was completely humbled as I hurried to tell Scott and Jayden what had happened. God had not only opened Jayden’s heart to the Chinese people, but He had just opened up a way for him to go.
I have no idea what God has in store for Jayden’s future, but we now spend time praying for God to show Jayden His plan his life.
In all of our lives, may we each have the same answer as Samuel. “Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.”
P.S.I'll be going through the photos and will post more in a few days.
Posted by Lisa Harris at 10:44 AM
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Sometimes I feel as if time is speeding past me like a whirlwind. Maybe I'm just getting older. :-) The past few weeks in particular have been extremely full, and I've had to take a bit of a step back from blogging and facebook. We've had a lot of ups and downs lately (including our sweet Jack Russell unexpectedly dying), but God continues to be so faithful!
Scott and the disciples have started going to a new preaching point north of us on Saturdays, after being invited to teach by a woman David met on the boat that goes across the bay. They also have the opportunity to begin teaching in another area of this town. I've also started going to the villages on Saturdays with a group of the women from Inhambane. There are usually at least six of us who go out to share with the women in Magola and Guinjata, alternating each week. It's turned out to be a big blessing to both the 'city girls' and those in the village. David and several of the disciples also just returned from a trip to Zonguane where they spent four days teaching.
|Praying together at David's house church|
|Meeting inside for church during a downpour.|
New Truck: As many of you know, our truck was totaled earlier this year. We use this vehicle for so many things that it was really missed. Thanks to many generous donations, we were able to replace the vehicle (the shortage from the insurance) with a used truck that is in really good shape, something hard to find here. It's allowed Scott and I to go to different villages on the same day, and as our last truck, it's always helpful to be able to haul things, like when rebuilding the woman's house that burnt down.
|Our new-to-us truck!|
Le Roux Family: When the Le Roux family headed off to language school in January, just a few short months after the death of Reiner, Scott felt it important that he and Des Stephenson, from the le Roux's home church, visit them during their stay in Brazil to make sure they were doing okay. A church in Brazil has taken them in as one of their own and has turned out to be such a blessing to them. Members in the church do all the language teaching, plan activities, provided a house and a car, and much, much more. Scott was also able to see Luis and Fernanda (former teammates) as well as Ricardo and his family and many more familiar faces who have had a part in the work here in Mozambique over the past few years.
|Scott and Des (from South Africa) visit Jaco and Inge and their boys in Brazil|
|The Le Roux family in Brazil|
New Book Release: Stolen Identity
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Who would want her life?Danielle Corbit doesn't understand why someone would want to steal her identity. A single mother running a small business—nothing special, right? But after discovering a dead body on the Oregon coastline, she's attacked by a dangerous hacker who will stop at nothing to frame her. Only her former fiancé, Jason Ryan, is willing to help. Years ago she broke his heart, but he can't walk away from a woman in need. He'll do anything to protect her from their unseen adversary. But is there enough time to work together and untangle this twisted web of fraud and deception?
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Posted by Lisa Harris at 8:46 AM