Through the Storm(65)

“The Lord promises us peace, not the peace of this world, but His peace,” Pastor Wayne said.

Conner stood tall and straight, his face somber, like a marine at attention.

“Let not your heart be troubled and neither let it be afraid.”

Claire sniffled.

“He is with us always … until the end of the world.”

Ashley wiped tears away. Drake felt certain that her thoughts were with her own parents.

After his father’s body lay in the earth, people flowed back toward the house, but Drake stood staring at the grave, remembering the good times with his parents. Gradually, his gaze lifted. Ashley stood beside him, her eyes red and puffy.

His gaze drifted from her to the house, then to the barn and the garden beside it. Beyond that was the orchard of apple, pear, cherry, and plum trees. His father had built and equipped the farm to serve and protect his family. Now, he and Ashley would eat from the bounty. Thanks, Dad.

The door opened and Conner walked onto the porch. “When you’re ready, there are a lot of people who would like to talk with both of you.”

Holding Ashley’s hand, Drake walked toward the house, confident that together they could face the storms to come.

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