"I'm fine."
That had become my standard answer, I realized. When my mom died, and everything was left up to me, people would ask, and I would say, "I'm fine." When everything seemed upside down, and my siblings were all mad at me, I was fine. I had to be. If I was going to raise my siblings to be the kind of people they should be and give them the life I never had, then I would have to be fine. It didn't matter what I really thought. No one needed to know my inner struggles. I was doing what I had to do. I had a responsibility, whether I wanted it or not. So I was fine. I could handle it. I had to. I had no other choice.
Perfect for readers who love:
Emotional Christian fiction
Stories of women overcoming loss
Faith-filled family dramas
Redemption and spiritual growth journeys
If you enjoy powerful, hope-filled novels that remind you God meets us in our breaking points, this story will stay with you long after the final page.