Only the Faith We Make
On Monday she counts the doors she keeps closed. By Sunday she writes a vow that holds.
Stephanie is a mother of five, married to Tom-the boy she loved at thirteen, now the man who will not lie to her about the hard parts. She's sober from the obvious, but temptation has learned new names: clean energy, thermic stacks, while-you-sleep miracles. The week we follow her through-Then/Now, hour by hour-is ordinary in the way a storm is ordinary if you live inside it: school calls and supper, a paper crown on the bathroom counter, a porch bulb that keeps choosing yes.
Tom's mantra is simple-"Temporary fixes lie"-and the house seems to agree. Hope's manners steady the room. Shane's jokes grow a conscience. Kayne's unfinished melody calms the air. Austin learns to say I was scared. Gauge prays in crayons and vowel-heavy hymns. And Stephanie keeps choosing the next honest hour over the bright promise of shortcuts, writing a one-line vow where only God and a Notes app can see: I won't drink today-not liquor, not the tidy fixes that call themselves clean. I'll practice hope even if it feels fake.
Only the Faith We Make is an intimate, luminous novel about marriage that tells the truth, motherhood that refuses to quit, and the kind of faith you build with your hands when belief won't stand still. For readers of tender, high-stakes family fiction who like their redemption quiet and their grace unargued.
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