"Angels- 01 - A Season Of Angels" - читать интересную книгу автора (Macomber Debbie)

Gabriel didnТt want to say it, but when it came to Leah Lundberg, he felt her prayer had little likelihood of being answered. Over the last ten years the human had been given countless chances. Mercy was one of the least experienced angels in his task force. He didnТt hold out much hope that sheТd succeed when so many other far more accomplished ambassadors had failed.
УWe should start right away, then, donТt you think?Ф Mercy pressed, eager to begin.
Gabriel glanced at the stack of unanswered prayers piling up on his desk and nodded. УI can only spare a few moments.Ф
УIТd appreciate whatever help you can give me.Ф
Gabriel grumbled under his breath. This could be a waste of precious time, then again, it might well be the answer to a long-standing request. HeТd witnessed far greater miracles.
УCome with me,Ф the archangel instructed, and Mercy followed obediently behind him. He was fond of this prayer ambassador although he wasnТt keen on admitting as much.
УI hope I can help her.Ф
УI hope so too,Ф Gabriel murmured. УLook with me and IТll introduce you to Leah and Andrew Lundberg.Ф
Slowly he raised his massive arms and with one swift motion the thick white clouds parted into a gentle mist that slowly dissipated. The scene unfolded like the opening pages of a pop-up book as the majesty that surrounded Mercy evaporated into the midst of the mundane world. The archangel and Mercy stood on the sidelines as Leah Lundberg opened the front door of her house and walked inside.
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УIТm home,Ф Leah called out to her husband, removing her thick winter coat and hanging it in the hall closet. As always her house was spotless. Her furniture was polished, the latest in contemporary styling. The black-lacquer-on-silver dining table shone back at her like a mirror. Her gaze rested on a white lambskin sofa that had cost nearly four thousand dollars. Her home was expensive and ultramodern. A child would wreak havoc in her pristine domain.
LeahТs friends envied her home. Their own were often a minefield of toys and other traps children left scattered about. Her friendsТ lives centered around feeding schedules, soccer practices, and flute lessons. Leah would gladly relinquish her grand piano for a crib and the Persian rug for a playpen. She would gladly trade her tidy existence for the chaos and joy a child would bring into her life and marriage.
УIТve got dinner cooking,Ф her husband announced from inside the kitchen. УHow does marinated flank steak, new red potatoes, and fresh asparagus sound?Ф
УExcellent.Ф She moved into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around AndrewТs waist.
Their massive kitchen included every modern convenience imaginable. A large room for two people who dined out more often than they ate at home. Andrew, an architect, had designed her kitchen when they believed their future included children. SheТd clung to the thread of that hope, but it had grown impossibly thin as the fiber of her dreams had worn away.
LeahТs eyes rested on her shiny, clean cupboards and her waxed, spotless floor. Her heart moved into her throat with a sharp stab of unexpected pain. She longed for a refrigerator door smudged with jelly-coated fingerprints, and linoleum scuffed with marks made from walking shoes and toy trucks.
УDid you have a long day?Ф Andrew asked.
Leah nodded. She deeply loved her husband. Without him, she didnТt know how she would have endured the last several years. УWe delivered three babies before noon. Two boys and a girl.Ф Leah had long since lost count of the number of births sheТd assisted. Hundreds, she guessed. But it didnТt matter how often or how commonplace it seemed, the miracle of birth hadnТt lost its impact.
УWhat about you?Ф she asked.
УSame old grind as always,Ф Andrew mumbled, preoccupied with their dinner preparations.
УWe should have ordered out.Ф
УI donТt mind,Ф he told her, and she could hear the warmth in his voice. УI talked to the decorator about a tree,Ф he said, and turned to face Leah. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in deeply. УI thought weТd have the tree done in angels this year.Ф
УAngels,Ф Leah repeated softly. УThat sounds nice.Ф
УMom phoned earlier,Ф he continued. УShe invited us over for Christmas Eve.Ф
Leah nodded. Christmas was meant for children. Instead of stringing popcorn and cranberries on the tree with her toddlers, she was working with a decorator who would shape their Christmas tree into a work of art. She would have much preferred a work of love.
When, Leah asked herself, when, oh, when, would the raw edges of her pain go away? SheТd be a good mother. Andrew would be a doting, loving father. That God in his almighty wisdom had not seen fit to give her a child was the cruelest of fates. Tears filled her eyes and she looked away, not wanting Andrew to see. He knew her so well it was difficult to hide anything from him.
УLeah?Ф
She snuggled closer in his arms, needing the warm security of his love.
УItТs worse at Christmastime, isnТt it?Ф he asked gently.
TheyТd had this same conversation a hundred times over the years. With nothing new to add, with nothing new to share, it was best shelved.
УWhen will dinner be ready?Ф she asked, easing herself from the comfort of AndrewТs embrace. She managed a watery smile. УIТm starved.Ф
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УHave you seen enough?Ф Gabriel asked, standing directly behind Mercy.
SheТd seen more than she wanted. Slowly, thoughtfully, Mercy dragged her gaze away from the scene below. Compassion swelled and throbbed within her. УLeahТs hurting so terribly.Ф
УShe hasnТt stopped and wonТt until .а.а.Ф
УUntil when?Ф Mercy prompted.
УUntil sheТs found her peace.Ф
УPeace,Ф Mercy cried, folding back her wings. УThe poor dearТs at war with herself.Ф
Gabriel looked surprised by her insight. УLeah must fully accept her inability to bear a child before the invisible threads that bind her fall away,Ф Gabriel explained. УThen and only then will she be ready.Ф
УThis is my mission, to show Leah the way to peace?Ф The tentacles of dread gripped MercyТs tender heart. Gabriel was seeking the impossible. She longed to help this woman of the earth, longed to ease the pain of her loneliness and the desolation of her soul. Slowly Mercy shook her head, wondering how she, an inexperienced prayer ambassador, would break through the barrier of LeahТs misery and lead her to the warm, sandy shores of serenity.
УYou may choose to refuse,Ф Gabriel announced formally.
УI would never do that,Ф Mercy said, surprising herself with the strength of her fervor. She didnТt know how sheТd manage but somehow, some way, sheТd find a means of accomplishing her mission. One thing sheТd learned since her appointment as a prayer ambassador. With GodТs help she could forge a path where there hadnТt been one before. With GodТs help she would make a way where there was none.
УI canТt spare you any longer than three weeks, earth time,Ф Gabriel reminded her. УNot with the New Year coming on. You know what itТs like around here when people start making resolutions. By the middle of January, earthlings decide to take one last-ditch effort and try prayer.Ф
УOnly three weeks,Ф Mercy repeated slowly. Even now she was having a difficult time pulling her gaze away from the scene between Leah and her husband.
УYouТll contact me with any problems?Ф Gabriel asked.
Mercy bristled. The archangelТs offer insinuated that sheТd encounter more than her share, which was an unfair assumption. It was true sheТd had trouble with the last assignment, had gotten sidetracked a time or two, but she successfully managed to complete her mission.
УThereТs no physical reason why Leah canТt become pregnant?Ф Mercy asked, wanting to be certain she had her facts straight. The last thing she wanted was to walk into the middle of a prayer request without adequate information.
УNone whatsoever,Ф Gabriel stated matter of factly. УLeah and Andrew have been to see every fertility specialist on the West Coast.Ф
УWhat about adoption?Ф
УThey applied five years ago, but the waiting list is several years long. They were chosen by a birth mother and then bitterly disappointed when she changed her mind at the last minute. They withdrew their name shortly afterwards.Ф