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A family in turmoil copes with a sudden turn of events during the holiday season. But just as God said And a little child shall lead them, so does the child in this story lead them to heal their wounds. The cactus may not be lowing anyplace else, but they are in the Raymond household. Customer Ratings:
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"I think I'll have some tea, also. It might help me sleep." She busied herself with hot water and tea bags. "Anything you'd like to get off your chest?"
"Should there be?"
Janet placed the teakettle back on the range with more force than she intended. "I swear, Tessa, you're just like my Christmas cactus--so prickly I'm afraid to touch you."
Tessa twisted her spoon in her hand, avoiding her mother's eyes. "Dad hates me, doesn't he?"
Her voice was so unhappy Janet's heart nearly broke. "Oh, honey, no." Janet went to hug her daughter. "He's just so afraid to open his heart again, that's all. You have to admit you've stomped on it a few too many times. People tend to protect themselves from pain."
"I don't know what to do, Mom," Tessa said, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I need Dan, but I don't know how to reach out to him. I want Dad to love me again, but I don't know how to make him feel good about me. I've made an incredible mess of my life and don't know how to fix it." A lone tear tracked down her cheek, and she swiped at it. "I listen to the other people at the church. I wish I hadn't forgotten how to talk to God."
"He never forgets us, you know, no matter how long we ignore Him."
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