By Joyce Meyer, Deborah Bedford
Sarah Harper is pushed to be successful it doesn't matter what the associated fee. She desires to do reliable and never harm the folks she loves--especially young ones and her husband, Joe--but her wish to reach her occupation too usually leaves little time for kinfolk.
One chilly, autumn afternoon, all of that adjustments whilst Sarah's vehicle plunges off a bridge and right into a river. She is presumed useless through these at the "outside," yet Sarah's spirit remains to be a great deal alive. What she discovers at the different part transforms every little thing approximately Sarah's view of life--past, current, and future.
When Sarah is revived, she is a replaced girl. And the unsuspecting international round her is not really a similar back
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Ray Feldman removed the ring from the display case and handed it to Gena. ” Gena placed the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly, no sizing necessary. It was the one. If there was ever such a thing as The Ring of Life, this was it. It was a white gold ring, with diamonds embedded around the band, and a three-karat solitaire mounted on top. It shone in the light, like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. “I’ll take it,” Gena told him. Ray choked on his saliva. ” he asked. “Cash. Good ol’ cash,” Gena told him.
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