Secondhand Sunsets

By Gail Kittleson

Description:

Back Cover Copy
A sudden light spangled the heavens as if to show that sunshine still reigned.
Abby sank to a fallen log—the glow rimmed the clouds in an ethereal aura. Crimson became rose, yellows transformed to gold, and periwinkle caressed deep purple.
“Could I have been befuddled all this time?”
The scripture Fred read at supper filtered back.
The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee.
The day’s warmth still hovered, and with it, a sense that all was well. The sky flamed for several more minutes.
This beauty and my love for you are one.
She hugged the message close. “Perhaps, after all, I am loved.”

Book Takeaway:

No matter how far we flee or what devastation we face, our Creator's unconditional love surrounds us.

Why the author wrote this book:

The setting has become a character to me, since we winter under the Mogollon Rim. Twelve years ago, I began to wonder what would become of a woman living in this isolated area in Civil War times . . . and this story is the result.