‘“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11)
Her hands were shaking as she placed the bible back on the bed. The verse she wrote as her favorite struck her in a strange way. Why would the LORD have good plans for her? May be Debra picked out the verse for her. That thought didn’t sit well with her. If the bible belonged to her, then she probably wrote down that verse herself. Turns out she was like Debra in a lot of ways. They must have been so close for Debra to even get them identical bibles, on her birthday. Now she was dead, because of her. She could still hear Ben’s voice in that room, blaming her for the death of his sister and she fought back the tears that were prickling her eyes.
“It’s not your fault, it was a mistake” she whispered to herself, still trying to fight back the tears when another knock was heard on the door. She quickly wiped her eyes and cleared her throat
“I’m done, would be down in a minute!” she shouted, thinking it was Mrs Botha coming to call her down for dinner again. The door opened and it wasn’t Mrs Botha at the door. Sarah was shocked and couldn’t move when she saw who it was. Her heartbeat picked up and began to race as beads of sweat started forming on her forehead, she felt her mouth go dry and open on their own will as though she was about to say something but she couldn’t find her voice.