Follow the Darling sisters as they move through tragedy and triumph, between shadows and the limelight, each having to find a path into the freedom of who God intended her to be.
Seraphina Darling has always struggled to stand out. With her weight issues at the forefront of her mind, Sephy prefers to place herself comfortably in the background. But when Sephy’s best friend and older brother announce their engagement, she vows to make a permanent change in her appearance and her life.
Meanwhile her younger sister, Amy, lands her dream job: coordinating the restoration of the community theater’s arts programs. As the deadline for the project’s completion approaches, Amy continues to run herself ragged, struggling to delegate and trust anyone but herself.
About the Author
Carre Armstrong Gardner is a former worker with children at risk in Russia. Now, she lives in Portland, Maine with her husband and three teenagers, where she writes books and works as a nurse.
Carre Armstrong Gardner
211 x 140 mm
Number of Pages
Tyndale House Publishers
In the backyard of a house in Maine, as the light was
beginning to take on the peculiar slant of a late spring after-
noon, the party was just getting started. The shadows had
not yet begun to lengthen into evening, nor the outline of
the swing set to mute and soften with twilight. That would
happen later, in time for cake. For now, the air was cool
and light and filled with the scent of lilacs and grilling ham-
burgers. This was, Ivy Darling remarked to her husband,
Nick Mason, exactly one of those rare hours that people live
all year for. Or at least it might have been, had not a neigh-
boring farmer recently fertilized his fields. When the wind
was wrong, a hint of rancid chicken manure tended to waft
through the backyard as well and catch you the wrong way.
But then again, sometimes the breeze would shift and carry
in the fresh salt breath of the ocean from the cove half a mile
away. It was a good parable for life, Ivy thought. You took the
good with the bad, and a lot of your happiness depended on
just what you chose to pay attention to.
Ivy was in her kitchen, rooting around in the refrigerator
for an onion, when she heard the front door open and her
mother call, “Yoo-hoo! Anybody home?” Jane Darling didn’t
knock, but then nobody knocked at Ivy and Nick’s. As a rule,
people simply opened the door and called out until someone
appeared from the depths and said, “Oh, there you are; come
in!” It was a Darling maxim that you treated guests like fam-
ily, and family like honored guests.
“In here!” Ivy called. She unearthed the onion and closed
the refrigerator as her parents materialized in the kitchen
doorway. “Hi, Mom, Dad. You all alone?”
“Sephy and Amy will be along in a few minutes. I sent
them to the store first for a carton of ice cream. And David
is picking up Grammie Lydia.” Her mother set a plastic-
wrapped salad bowl on the counter and kissed Ivy on the
cheek. Ivy tipped her other cheek up for her father’s kiss.
“Where are the kids?” Leander wanted to know.