Ruth Scofield - A Mother's Promise

She stared at Ethan. Was he kidding? That was what brought her to New Beginnings. She honestly wanted to get her life back…and straightened out. She wanted to make a stable home for Cecily and be the kind of mother that won prizes.

Ethan’s eyes said she had a willing listener who would be sympathetic. She was tempted. “Can I trust you?” At his frown, she blinked. “Yes, yes, I can. It’s just…I can’t trust everyone, you know?”

loves to write about God’s love, and His Son, Jesus. Since she does not have a father, she loves to call God, Father, and to feel the faith that that builds. She also loves to play with her grandchildren.

Ruth’s first book was published in 1993 just a month after her return to her native Missouri after years in the East. She often sets her novels in Missouri, where there are lakes and hills aplenty, and as many stories and history as people. This is Ruth’s eighth Love Inspired novel.

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But seek first His kingdom, and His righteousness,

and all these things will be given to you as well.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for

tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has

enough trouble of its own.

—Matthew 6:33–34

Do not judge, or you too will be judged.

For in the same way you judge others, you

will be judged, and with the measure you use,

it will be measured to you.

—Matthew 7:1–2

To all the young mothers in my family who give

unrestricted devotion and love to their young.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Letter to Reader

Lisa Marley guided the dual-wheel rusty red pickup truck into the deep shadows of the parking lot. A lighted sign declared she had reached the right place— Blue River Valley Community Church.

“Okay, God,” she whispered. “Here I am, as promised.”

She turned off the growling engine and headlights. A few windows illuminated nearby houses, but there was only silence, and the church stood quietly before her in the autumn mist of early evening.

Silence was good, Lisa thought, only she’d grown unused to it. She shivered. From the cool evening or from nerves, she wondered?

Only a small number of cars were scattered across the parking lot.

Her friend Beth Anne Hostetter had warned her there wouldn’t be a large crowd when she’d issued the invitation to New Beginnings. The organization was meant for men and women over forty who needed just what the name implied. A new beginning in life. A second start.

Beth Anne said the person in charge of this ministry, Dr. Michael Faraday, was a very capable, compassionate man, and Lisa could trust him.

Sure, sure… Trust.

Beth Anne knew Lisa’s fears. Lisa had faith in very few people these days. Sometimes not even in herself.

Those were the middle-of-the-night times when she lay still, listening to her own heartbeat, begging God to talk to her. To tell her how to get her life back.

Did God hear her? She didn’t know, was never sure.

But she’d promised Beth Anne to give New Beginnings a chance, and she was willing to do anything to help rebuild her life.

New Beginnings wasn’t just another singles group, Beth Anne insisted. It offered hope for people. Some were in crisis, some in a rut. Others simply needed to change their attitudes toward life.

That certainly described her—Lisa Jane Marley. Beth Anne’s passion about a loving God had drawn Lisa to a Bible Study last year, and over the months, Lisa had tentatively given her heart to God. Now she was learning the hard part—trusting Him with every ounce of her being.

Her nerves felt stretched as she contemplated getting out of the truck and walking through that door. What if those people asked questions?

Her stomach tensed. Beth Anne had assured her that no one knew of Lisa’s recent history, but still…

If anyone asked Lisa what she’d done this last year or two, or where she’d been, she was outta here.

Yet Beth Anne had said Lisa could make new friends. She couldn’t ask for more. Beyond that, the group’s ideals appealed to Lisa. It offered her a place to work on her future, with people her own age who had similar needs.

She clenched her eyes shut while a familiar gut-deep yearning and hope rose high. Please Lord, let this count…

“Okay, God,” she murmured aloud, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “This is it, so You gotta keep Your promise and stay with me. I’m not doing this all alone.”

Swiping her hand down her thigh, she opened the door and slid to the ground. As she started across the lot, another car pulled into it. Instinctively, she turned her head toward the new arrival. The high beams hit her face, momentarily blinding her.

Lisa froze. Her heartbeat jumped, then raced. Her lips went dry. For one long moment, she couldn’t make herself move.

The car parked, and Lisa blinked. On shaky legs, she ran the last few yards to reach the sidewalk that led to the church door.

“Hey, wait up!”

She ignored the masculine shout and kept walking. Almost at the door, she paused long enough to suck air all the way into her lungs.

“Sorry about that,” came a blithe baritone behind her.

Lisa glanced over her shoulder long enough to take in a tall, rather broad-shouldered male flashing her a wide grin. There didn’t seem to be a jot of real regret in his shadowed expression.

“Anyone ever tell you it’s rude to blast your high beams in a crowd?” she snapped.

“A crowd?” Another car was turning into the lot, but the tarmac was empty of pedestrians. The man fell into step beside her, a scarred guitar case dangling from his grip.

“A place that’s often crowded, then.”

He reached past her for the door handle. The air between them stirred, and she sidestepped to avoid closer contact, only to bump into the instrument case.

“Sorry,” he said again.

“I’ll just bet,” she muttered under her breath.

“Hello and welcome,” greeted a tall, rangy man as Lisa entered the foyer. A touch of silver threaded his thick brown hair, and Lisa guessed him to be in his forties. He was neatly dressed in a casual cotton checked shirt and summer-weight slacks. Clear green eyes met hers with neither flirtation nor judging assessment. “I’m Michael Faraday.”

Lisa was about to answer when her companion spoke up enthusiastically.

“Hiya, Mike. How’s it going?”

“Hi there, Ethan. It’s been a good day.” Mike nodded, as though conceding something that was understood between them. “Glad you remembered the guitar. Jimmy has his, too, so we can open with a little music. Who’s your friend?”