From Chapter 19
“So . . . what do we do?” asked Heather.
Uncle Kevin hesitated as if unsure of what to say or reluctant to say
it.
“Look, Heather,” he ventured finally; “I’m here to save you. I don’t think that I can carry your friend
any further, especially if it means not getting you out of here safely.”
Heather was silent a moment but then placed her hand as gently as she
could on her uncle’s.
“I am so glad that you came to help me, Uncle Kevin. I feel that you are an answer to
prayers. But I’m not the one who needs
saved. Jillian is.” She paused and then said, “And I think that
maybe you are, too.”
“Heather, I don’t know what you’re getting at,” he said heatedly, “but
I promised your mom that I would get you out of here and bring you home
safely.”
“And I am so glad you did,” she answered. “But what I’m trying to tell you is that Gage
can’t really hurt me . . . not what’s really me anyway.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I belong to Jesus,” she explained.
“Gage can’t hurt the part of me that lasts forever . . . my soul. He can’t even touch me himself because the
Lord has made me His own. He can maybe
get one of his flunkies to hurt my body, but my soul belongs to God. But Jillian isn’t safe. She’s been lied to by Gage, and she did some
bad things. She’s let him do something
to her to try to ruin her and make her like he is . . . but it isn’t working
out the way that he hoped. She’s not his
yet. I think that she can still be
saved.”
“I’m sorry for her, Heather,” he answered. “But my commitment is to you
and your mom. I’m getting you out of
here.”
“Uncle Kevin,” she persisted. “I
will give my life for her. Please help
me to help her. Maybe we can both carry
her.” Her uncle was quiet, but then she
heard him sigh heavily.
“I’ll just carry her,” he said.
“It’s hard enough to move through the trees without the two of us trying
to . . . .”
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