Date Published: December 2023
Life is full of imperfect people striving to be real and live for God in a
fallen world, people no different from you or me, who long for acceptance
and are ambushed by betrayal.
Burning Hope tells the love story of Gabby and Griffin, complete with all the twists and turns that threatened to take them away from each other and God. As their story shows, we all long for love. We can all feel abandoned, ashamed and full of despair. And we all can get entangled in worldly pleasures when walking between the twin flames of romance and faith.
In the end, God teaches that facing our pain is the only way out. Then, through the gentle breeze of grace, we can be guided into unexpected encounters of redemption and hope - learning that love can heal invisible scars left by the blazing flames of our past.
As the faithful romance at the heart of Burning Hope shows, it is never too late to find redemption, and to walk into the life we were created for.
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About the Author
Lori McAfee is an inspirational life coach, speaker, author, and podcast host of Get Your Rear In Gear. With an unwavering faith in Jesus, Lori is devoted to making a positive difference in people’s lives with her encouraging words of wisdom and uplifting spirit.
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P R O L O G U E
I remember the color blue. It has been a part of my life for
as long as I can think of. My favorite dress, as a child, was blue. There was a
ribbon, meant to go around the waist, to match. But I hated it there. It felt…constrictive.
I never wanted to be constricted.
I also liked to play in the mud in that dress—out by the
Southern streams and along the wooded paths. I’d take that ribbon off, and I’d
use it to tie my hair up. Loose and lovely hair gets in the way of being an
unstoppable young girl in a world where you gotta keep up. And I would keep up.
Blue was the color of the scrubs the nurses wore when I got
my tonsils out at nine years old. I was scared, as the anesthesiologist covered
my tiny face with a plastic bulb that smelled like rubber and grapes because
they scent the anesthetics to be soothing for kids. The last thing I saw was a
smiling woman in blue. And the first thing I woke up to was that smiling woman
in blue.
Blue was the color of my first car. My 16th birthday
present. A metallic deep shade of night sky that was shiny and perfect until
the hood buckled when I rear ended someone one night after a high school
football game. Blue was the color of the flashing lights as the emergency
vehicles showed up. Blue was the color of the EMT’s uniform, the smiling man
who told me to stop moving my head and keep my eyes on his.
Blue was a fixture. And I’ve always felt like it means
something.
I’m not overly religious, but I do believe in God. I know
He’s there, and I know he cares. I believe in Jesus and the heart of Jesus, and
I know we should love the way he did—radically and accepting of all types of
people. I don’t know if I believe everything happens for a reason. I think
sometimes, things just happen. Bad things to good people, good things to bad
people. The world is just the world, and we are people living in it. Sometimes
we live on the mountaintops, where the air is clean, and the sky is beautiful
and nothing can touch us. Other times, we live in the gutters. Caverns that
seem to hold no light and promise no way out.
Sometimes our souls are blue.
Sometimes the sky is blue.
Two different shades. Two different feelings.
Him.
His color is blue.
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