The Scarlet Thread (Paperback)Francine Rivers
Two women, centuries apart, are joined through a tattered journal as they contend with God, husbands, and even themselves . . . until they fall into the arms of the One who loves them unconditionally. Sierra Madrid’s life has just been turned upside down when she discovers the handcrafted quilt and journal of her ancestor Mary Kathryn McMurray, a young woman who was uprooted from her home only to endure harsh conditions on the Oregon Trail. Though the women are separated by time and circumstance, Sierra discovers that many of the issues they face are remarkably similar. By following Mary Kathryn’s example, Sierra learns to surrender to God’s sovereignty and unconditional love.
Size216 x 140 mm
Number of Pages448 pp
PublisherTyndale House Publishers
Chapter OneSierra Clanton Madrid couldn’t stop shaking. Her
stomach was quivering. Her head had begun throbbing with
a tension headache the moment Alex had told her the news.
She hadn’t had a headache like this since prom night during
her senior year of high school. Alex had come to pick
her up in his father’s beat-up Chevy three minutes before
her father turned in to the driveway. It was the first time
in her life her father had come home early from work. She
might have known it would be on that night. She could still
remember the look on her father’s face when he saw Alex—a
drop-dead handsome, long-haired Hispanic boy dressed in a
rented tuxedo—standing on the wide porch of her family’s
Mathesen Street Victorian. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Alex
was reaching forward to pin an orchid to the front of her
fancy prom dress. When Sierra heard the slam of her father’s
car door, she almost fainted in fear.
The headache had started then and was only compounded
by the inquiring look on Alex’s face. “What’s the matter?” he
asked. What could she say? She had told her father about
Alex; she just hadn’t told him everything.
Words were exchanged, but, fortunately, her mother was
there to intercede and calm her father down.
In the end, Alex escorted her to his borrowed car and
helped her in while her father stood on the front steps glaring
at him. Alex didn’t so much as look at her as he put the Chevy
in gear and pulled away from the curb. They were halfway to
Santa Rosa before he said anything.
“You didn’t tell him who was taking you to the prom,
“Yes, I did.”