I knew that was the motive that drove me on to complete it. It was where in my head she and I were always meant to live. I needed my home, my one place of comfort, to be done properly. My eyes swept up and down her motionless form lying on the settee. I had, in my mind, always been going to live here with Lily. It was slow progress, and the truth be told I had never wanted to do it alone. I had other priorities, like the land around it, and the brand-new gym I’d had built.
It took time, money and dedication to refurbish old Georgian properties. The kitchen was one of only three rooms in the big six-bedroomed house that I had so far got around to completing, the others were my bedroom and adjoining bathroom. I pulled my gaze away from her and looked up to the plastered ceiling and hand-made rose that contained the light fixture. I ran my hands over my short, cropped hair and linked my fingers together. How the fuck was I going to explain this to anyone? I rolled my neck around, relaxing into the familiar clicks it gave me. With my eyes still trained on Lily, I shook my head at the position I was now in. I glanced over at the lit fire, although it was summer the evening was chilly and I knew Laura had been in to light it for me. She wanted more from me than I was willing to give, so I kept her where I kept everyone else, at arm’s length. Like I wouldn’t accept her suggestion that her sharing my bed was just what I needed.
Laura, my stable girl, had recommended several times it would be better somewhere else in the room but I wouldn’t accept it. When I had lost all hope of ever doing that, I hadn’t the heart to move it. I had placed it there deliberately as I held on to the fantasy of one day finding her and making her mine again. The settee was situated in front of the lit AGA. In my dream, I had held her in my arms while she read out loud from whatever book she was reading at the time. I watched in disbelief as he placed her down on the overly huge settee that I had dreamt about her sitting on, with me. I couldn’t trust them not to spasm and drop her. I had wanted to carry her, to hold her close to me, but after the fight my tired muscles were reacting to the abuse I had put them through. I followed behind him still in complete shock, my unlaced boots banging noisily on the bare boards of the hallway. He carried her inert form through from the front of the house to the back kitchen. After I had pushed the grey gloss painted door open wide, I stood back and watched as Charlie moved in front of me. The result is a truly epic and authoritative guide to biblical prophecy-a must-have resource for Christians seeking to navigate the uncertainties of the present and embrace God’s promises for the future.I pushed the old brass key into the lock, turning the cold metal in my hand, wincing at the pain it caused. Jeremiah explains every key sign of the approaching apocalypse and what it means for you. David Jeremiah offers answers to these questions and many more.
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