rain tapped on the window making its arrival known. Norman sat at his desk
staring into the flames dancing around the logs in the hearth.
really believed God had called me to write this.
thumbed through the pages of his manuscript, a book he had poured his soul
into. Trash…utter trash, he shook his head and rolled his chair
away from the desk. Checking his watch he headed to the kitchen.
sight of his wife standing at the kitchen sink brought a smile to his face.
With his hands on her shoulders he dropped a kiss on the top her head and then
joined his children at the table.
do I owe this pleasure to? Don’t you have school today?” A teasing glint filled
you know we’re on Christmas vacation.” Margaret ran her hands through her
hair and pulled her blond curls over one shoulder. “I could have stayed
at the dorm and studied.” She giggled as if someone had ticked her.
I wouldn’t have to share a room again.” Elizabeth tossed her sister a fake
turned from the sink. “Liz, you love having your big sister home from
Robbie wants me to come to his house.” John toppled his glass of milk.
see, let’s finish lunch first.” Ruth rushed over to mop up the spill, but
her husband had already handled it.
lunch Norman returned to his office. Ruth sashayed in and found him
staring at a stack of letters with a defeated and somber
her arm across his shoulders, she laid her head on his. “Another
now I know what to do.” He dumped the entire manuscript into the trashcan.
reached to retrieve it and before she could grasp it, Norman placed his hand on
it, that’s where it belongs. I plainly went outside the will of
you can’t mean that. I read your manuscript. It has the potential to make
a difference in peoples lives.” Ruth pulled a hanky from her pocket and
dabbed a tear.
we have to face reality. The manuscript is where it belongs. I’m
going to the church for a while.” He took his hat from the rack by his
office door and gave his wife a hug. “I’ll be back before dinner. I love
love you too.” Her eyes filled with sadness.
turned and peered into the trashcan. What am I going to do?
idea popped right into her head and she knew exactly what to do. She
hurried and changed her clothes. As she shoved her arms into her coat,
she called to her son.
come on and I’ll drop you at Robbie’s.”
opened the door of the girl’s room. “I’ll be back in a couple of
are you ready?” Ruth picked up her purse and keys.
what’s the trashcan for?” John stretched trying to see inside the
on. Get in the car, I’m in a hurry.”
dropping John off she drove to the business district. She struggled
and pulled open the heavy glass door to the offices of Prentice-Hall
The secretary glanced up from her typewriter. She looked at Ruth
and puckered her brow. “May I help you?”
shifted the trashcan to the other arm. Uncomfortable with the glare the
secretary was directing at her. “I want to see the person in charge of
you have an appointment?” Her surly tone of voice indicated she knew Ruth did
not have an appointment.
need to give this … this manuscript to the publisher.” Ruth spoke barely above
sorry, but ...”
came through the doorway behind the secretary’s desk. “Susan, I need the
file for…I apologize, I didn’t see you were talking to someone.” He stepped
around the desk.
this?” He motioned to the trashcan in Ruth’s arms.
my husband’s … manuscript.”
see it?” Ruth cringed inside as she timidly pushed the container toward
meant the manuscript.”
husband asked me to leave it in the trash.” Ruth once more thrust the
container toward the man.
shook his head and chuckled as her removed the manuscript from the
trashcan. “What’s your name?”
meeting you Mrs. Peale, I’m Mr. Hall. Leave your phone number and address
with my secretary. I’ll look your manuscript over and notify you if we’re
following weeks Ruth listened for the two short rings, which meant the phone
was for them and not another party on the party line. The call didn’t
than two month had gone by and Ruth and given up hope. One morning, they were
finishing breakfast when the sound of the doorbell echoed through the
house. Ruth wiped her hands on her apron and opened the door. Mr. Hall was
standing on her front porch.
removed his hat. “Hello Mrs. Peale, is your husband home?”
Hall, please come in.” Ruth showed him to the sitting room. “Have a seat
and I will get my husband.” Her pulsed raced as she went to find Norman.
Hall spoke with Dr. Norman Vincent Peale. In 1952 Prentice-Hall published, The Power of Positive Thinking.
Dr. Rita is the author of the Serenity Cove Series.
Where Romance, mystery and family drama intertwine in the small town of Serenity Cove.
Romance is a big part of her novels. Hope is an even larger element of the stories.
Dr. Rita and her husband, Joe, live in Southern California. They have four adorable daughters and seven fantastic grandchildren who fill their lives with love, laughter, and never a dull moment.
Rita holds a Ph.D. in Psychology and is licensed by the National Christian Counselors Association, and trained in Biblical Counseling by the American Association of Christian Counselors. She has a passion for helping others achieve their most important life goals.
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