{"id":171,"date":"2011-09-27T04:05:00","date_gmt":"2011-09-27T04:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ceceliadowdy.com\/blog\/2011\/09\/cherished-by-kim-cash-tate.html"},"modified":"2011-09-27T04:05:00","modified_gmt":"2011-09-27T04:05:00","slug":"cherished-by-kim-cash-tate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ceceliadowdy.com\/blog\/2011\/09\/cherished-by-kim-cash-tate\/","title":{"rendered":"Cherished By Kim Cash Tate"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cESuxv-WNX8\/TA3PbPpKjHI\/AAAAAAAAEFE\/e9Dq6nSnpCA\/s1600\/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg\"><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cESuxv-WNX8\/TA3PbPpKjHI\/AAAAAAAAEFE\/e9Dq6nSnpCA\/s200\/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882\" \/><\/a><\/a>It is time for a <span style=\"color:#990000;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\">FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/span><\/strong> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old&#8230;or for somewhere in between!  <span style=\"color:#990000;\"><strong>Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong>Today&#8217;s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.kimcashtate.com\/\">Kim Cash Tate<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;\"><span style=\"font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;\">and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1595548556\">Cherished <\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">Thomas Nelson (August 30, 2011)<\/p>\n<p>***Special thanks to Audra Jennings, Senior Media Specialist, The B&#038;B Media Group for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:130%;color:#333399;\"><span style=\"color:#cc0000;\">ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-_U9JtA2krDQ\/ToDGkNt5BTI\/AAAAAAAAFjc\/cMVwLA3kPro\/s1600\/642%2BTate%2Bauthor%2Bphoto.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-_U9JtA2krDQ\/ToDGkNt5BTI\/AAAAAAAAFjc\/cMVwLA3kPro\/s200\/642%2BTate%2Bauthor%2Bphoto.JPG\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656739457437074738\" \/><\/a>Kim Cash Tate was born and raised in the Washington, D.C. area. Her mother, a manager with AT&#038;T, and her father, an educator, divorced when she was young. Even after the divorce, one thing her parents agreed on was the importance of education. She attended both public and private Catholic schools, and college was a given. Tate chose the University of Maryland.<\/p>\n<p>After completing her undergraduate degree, she distinguished herself as a law student at George Washington University. She was invited to join the Journal staff, and a summer job at a respected law firm in her beloved Washington, D.C. followed by a one-year clerkship with a federal judge in Madison.<\/p>\n<p>Tate\u2019s law career took off in Madison. Once the clerkship ended, she was hired on at a large firm. In spite of her success, she was plagued by constant feelings of discontentment and loneliness for the racially diverse environment she left behind in D.C. She began seeking faith, simply as a means of maintaining sanity. After she and Bill married, the couple began attending a local AME church, and they both felt Jesus calling.<\/p>\n<p>When her children were young, Tate left her thriving law career to stay home. A passionate and persuasive communicator, she tried her hand at writing. More Christian than African-American shares her story of finding her identity in Christ rather than in her race, which had been a major focus for her. Her first novel was Heavenly Places, followed by Faithful and her newest release, Cherished. Tate was a speaker for Women of Faith in both 2010 and 2011.<\/p>\n<p>Visit the author&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kimcashtate.com\/\">website<\/a>.<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:130%;color:#333399;\"><span style=\"color:#cc0000;\">SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-bGAptkv0iAw\/ToDGkXKUP-I\/AAAAAAAAFjk\/wV9c_Tq3KVM\/s1600\/642%2BTate%2Bcover.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-bGAptkv0iAw\/ToDGkXKUP-I\/AAAAAAAAFjk\/wV9c_Tq3KVM\/s200\/642%2BTate%2Bcover.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656739459972218850\" \/><\/a>As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.  Kim Cash Tate explores Psalm 103:12 as she takes her readers down the path to God\u2019s forgiveness and reconciliation in her newest novel, Cherished.  Readers will discover that God can still use them in spite of their worst choices.  And He doesn\u2019t just forgive them, but they are truly cherished! <\/p>\n<p>Tate\u2019s story will show her readers how God can bring beauty from ashes.  She has a unique way of weaving her characters\u2019 lives together, leading back to one great point\u2014God\u2019s tremendous mercy and grace.  In the words of one of her characters, \u201cI wasn\u2019t sure what to expect.  I felt like it would take a while to work my way back into God\u2019s good graces, but it was like\u2026\u201d\u2014she flung wide her arms\u2014\u201c\u2026He just embraced me.\u201d We too can be embraced by the same great love when we learn that true forgiveness for ALL of our sins is right before us.   <\/p>\n<p>Growing up in Saint Louis, Kelli London dreamed of becoming a songwriter and glorifying God with her songs of praise.  But after falling into sin, she walks away from her dreams.  Heather Anderson\u2019s life has spun out of control\u2014first an affair with a married man and then a one-night stand with the drummer of a popular Christian band.  Broken and alone, she discovers the only one who can save her.  Brian Howard grew up as a science geek.  But after making the worst mistake of his life after high school, he finds forgiveness in Christ and is being led down a completely different path.  Now he must choose whether to continue pursuing his PhD in biochemistry or to become a full time Christian rapper. <\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"400\" height=\"233\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/8GVfTJuWBNA\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Product Details:<\/p>\n<p>List Price: $15.99<br \/>Paperback: 336 pages<br \/>Publisher: Thomas Nelson (August 30, 2011)<br \/>Language: English<br \/>ISBN-10: 1595548556<br \/>ISBN-13: 978-1595548559<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#cc0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:180%;\">AND NOW&#8230;THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px\">Kelli London took her place on the piano bench and waited for her cue, grateful that her jittery hands were hidden from the crowd. She shouldn\u2019t have agreed to do this, but she loved her brother and had never seen him happier. How could she say no to singing at his wedding? <\/p>\n<p>But it was the song Cedric had asked her to sing, one he\u2019d heard only by chance. He had no idea what it meant to her. He didn\u2019t know that singing it would unleash memories of the last person she ever wanted to think about. <br \/>Laughter rose from the pews, and Kelli looked up, wondering what she\u2019d missed. <br \/>\u201c. . . and I\u2019m sure Cedric wants me to get to the vows ASAP,\u201d Pastor Lyles was saying, \u201cso they can get to that kiss they\u2019ve been waiting for.\u201d <br \/>Kelli had only met the pastor once before, at her brother Lindell\u2019s wedding last fall, but it didn\u2019t take long to love his spirit and his style. A black man in his late fifties, he\u2019d started Living Word Community Church decades ago and watched it grow into a multi-ethnic megachurch. At least a couple hundred members were here today. Kelli guessed none of them thought twice about the various hues and accents that had gathered to see this black couple wed. She loved that spirit too. <\/p>\n<p>Cedric was shaking his head with a shamefaced grin as the pastor called him out. Cyd was smiling up at him, gorgeous, beaming like the bright light she\u2019d become in Cedric\u2019s life. <\/p>\n<p>Pastor Lyles continued. \u201cBut I don\u2019t think he\u2019ll mind one last song, and it\u2019s a special one, written by his sister.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli drew a deep breath as Cedric and Cyd smiled over at her, Lindell and Stephanie too\u2014the flip side of last fall. Then Stephanie and Lindell were the bride and groom, and Cyd and Cedric were maid of honor and best man, which was how they met. Kelli loved the story, how Cyd turned forty on her younger sister\u2019s wedding day, thinking she\u2019d never marry herself. Now here she was\u2014a June bride. It was romantic that her brothers would now be married to sisters, but it somehow added to her melancholy, that each of them had found the love of his life. <\/p>\n<p>Kelli gazed at the piano keys, and knowing they had to, her fingers tapped the first notes. She fought to stay in the moment, in the church. Her eyes swept Cyd and Cedric, imagined the lyrics were just for them . . . <br \/>I will love you till the stars don\u2019t shine<\/p>\n<p>And I will love you till the oceans run dry<\/p>\n<p>I will love you till you know every why<\/p>\n<p>I will, I will <\/p>\n<p>Her eyes closed, and he was there. A shiver of remembrance danced down her arms. She could still see that distant look in his eyes, could even hear him, that tone of indifference that echoed forever in her head. Kelli opened her eyes to capture another image\u2014any image\u2014but he was everywhere now. And her heart allowed itself to be crushed all over again. <br \/>I will love you like an endless stream<\/p>\n<p>A million miles won\u2019t take your heart from me<\/p>\n<p>I will love you every breath you breathe<\/p>\n<p>I will, I will <\/p>\n<p>Almost to the bridge, Kelli could feel her emotions cresting with the song. She closed her eyes again as they took over, filling her voice, magnifying her range, powering her through. She played the final chords with the salt of tears on her lips and bowed her head at the last note . . . and heard\u2014applause? She looked out and saw the guests on their feet and Cedric and Cyd fully turned, facing her\u2014Cyd wiping tears from her cheeks. With her own anxiety about singing it, Kelli hadn\u2019t given thought to whether people might actually like the song. <\/p>\n<p>She pulled a tissue from the box atop the piano, dabbed her cheeks, and blew her nose, then muscled a heart-heavy smile to acknowledge everyone\u2019s kindness. When she moved back to the front pew beside her mother, only then did the guests stop clapping and sit. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen did you write that?\u201d her mother asked, patting her thigh. \u201cThat was beautiful.\u201d <br \/>\u201cThanks, Mom. I wrote it . . . a long time ago.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>She turned her gaze to the ceremony, her heart beating a little faster still, puzzled by the response to the song. It coaxed a different memory to the surface, and as Cyd and Cedric exchanged vows, Kelli thought about her long-ago dream of writing music that God would somehow use. Then the better part of her brain kicked in,<\/p>\n<p>reminding her that she\u2019d left songwriting behind, that she knew better than to dream. <br \/>That all those dreams had turned to dust. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cKelli! Girrrl . . .\u201d <br \/>Kelli looked up\u2014midpivot in the Electric Slide\u2014and saw Stephanie threading her way through the line dancers in her champagne-colored dress. Soon as the song started, it seemed everybody left tables and mingled to claim a spot on the parquet floor. Kelli waved her sister-in-law over. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve been looking for you.\u201d Stephanie scooted between Kelli and Devin, a nine-year-old cousin, as rows of people sidestepped to the right. \u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance to tell you . . . girl, you sang that song. I had no idea\u2014hold up, am I doing this right?\u201d She was headed a different direction from everyone else. \u201cWhy am I even<\/p>\n<p>out here? I hate this stupid dance.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli laughed. \u201cBack, Steph. We\u2019re going back.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh.\u201d Stephanie checked Devin to get in sync, then leaned her head Kelli\u2019s way again, her voice elevated. \u201cAnyway, I told Lindell I couldn\u2019t believe he didn\u2019t tell me about that song, \u2019cause I would\u2019ve had you sing it at our wedding. And he said he\u2019d never heard it . . . and then I couldn\u2019t believe that.\u201d <br \/>\u201cI know. Crazy, right? This way, Steph. Pivot left.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Stephanie was behind her now, and Kelli turned to make sure she was following, but Devin had it under control. <\/p>\n<p>Like a traffic cop, he moved his hands left, then right to direct her which way to go next. \u201cAnd pivot,\u201d he announced, to the amusement of those around them. <br \/>Side by side with Stephanie again, Kelli continued. \u201cLindell and Cedric had already moved out of the house by the time I started writing songs in high school, so it was easy to kind of keep my music to myself.\u201d She shrugged. \u201cCedric overheard it because I didn\u2019t know he was there.\u201d  <br \/>\u201cHmph,\u201d Stephanie said. \u201cIf I had that kind of talent, everybody would know about it. They\u2019d have to tell me to be quiet.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>The music switched, and they could hear people near the center of the floor cheering, \u201cGo, Cyd! Go, Cedric! Go, Cyd! Go, Cedric!\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli and Stephanie craned their necks, moving toward the action. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, goodness,\u201d Stephanie said, laughing. \u201cLook at your brother. He\u2019s at it again.\u201d <br \/>Kelli laughed too, remembering Cedric and Cyd on the dance floor at Stephanie and Lindell\u2019s reception. Now the two had cut a wide swath in the middle of the floor with a different line dance, this one a little livelier. <\/p>\n<p>Kelli and Stephanie worked their way to a spot in the inner circle. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHave you seen this version?\u201d Stephanie asked. <\/p>\n<p>Kelli nodded. \u201cBut you know Cedric\u2019s gonna add his own twist.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Instead of a simple sidestep, Cedric led Cyd in bouncy moves to the left, with a slide before going right. And instead of a normal pivot, they did some kind of kick, kick, turn\u2014with Cedric twirling Cyd into a two-step before moving back to the line dance, all of it seamless. The crowd was fired up. <br \/>After a couple of rounds, Cedric spotted Kelli and pulled her to the center. <br \/>\u201cI don\u2019t know if you can hang with a twenty-five-year-old, big brother.\u201d Although Cedric was a fit forty-two, Kelli didn\u2019t miss an opportunity to tease him about his age. \u201cI\u2019d hate to embarrass you in front of your guests.\u201d <br \/>\u201cOh, you got jokes? We\u2019ll see about that, baby sis.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Cyd led the cheers this time as Kelli whipped some different moves on him. Cedric paused, then mimicked every last one to let her know she couldn\u2019t show him up. Lindell dragged Stephanie out there\u2014literally\u2014and Kelli was in stitches watching them try to copy what she and Cedric were doing. Soon everyone on the<\/p>\n<p>floor had joined in again, and then the music switched to Motown, which got its own cheers. <br \/>Cedric draped one arm around Kelli and the other around Cyd and led them off the floor. They stopped at the bridal party table, which had emptied of all but Dana, one of Cyd\u2019s bridesmaids. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy aren\u2019t you on the dance floor?\u201d Cedric asked. \u201cWe need all the forty-and-over folk representing.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Dana glared at him. \u201cLet\u2019s see how well you \u2018represent\u2019 with some heels on. My feet are killing me.\u201d Then she nodded toward the dance floor. \u201cMy husband left me. He\u2019s out there with the kids. And last I saw, Scott wasn\u2019t representing too well either. He looked almost as bad as Stephanie with that Electric Slide.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI heard that, Dana,\u201d Stephanie said, walking up with Lindell. \u201cI could learn the dumb dance if I cared to. And since you\u2019re trying to clown me, I might do it just to keep my black rhythm points. Can\u2019t have a white guy showing me up.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Dana got a kick out of that, laughing as auburn wisps fell about her face. \u201cHow about a white girl? Let\u2019s tell the deejay to play it again and see who\u2019s got it.\u201d <br \/>Stephanie eased into a seat. \u201cUh, no thanks. I always told you, you\u2019re one of those black white girls. You can go on the dance floor.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Dana eyed the dancers out there. \u201cWell, pray for Mackenzie. I think the poor thing takes after Scott. Look at them.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli\u2019s heart was smiling. Because she lived out of state, she didn\u2019t know these women well\u2014not even her sisters-in-law\u2014but from her brief interactions, including last night\u2019s rehearsal dinner, she could tell she would like them. <br \/>Cyd pulled out a chair and sat, her beautiful gown, passed down from her mother, swishing over the sides. \u201cAhh . . . think I can get away with sitting like this for maybe five minutes?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Cedric massaged her shoulders. \u201cYou\u2019re good. The Jackson Five\u2019s got everybody occupied.\u201d <br \/>Dana touched Kelli\u2019s arm. \u201cThe bridal table was talking about you earlier.\u201d <br \/>\u201cMe? Why?\u201d Kelli took a seat. <\/p>\n<p> \u201cAre you kidding? That song. It was beautiful.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli blushed. \u201cThank you.\u201d <br \/>\u201cThat\u2019s my little sister.\u201d Cedric beamed. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cMine too!\u201d Lindell said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. \u201cSo proud of you, girl.\u201d He looked at the others. \u201cJust got her master\u2019s too, from UT\u2013Austin.\u201d <br \/>\u201cI heard,\u201d Dana said. \u201cIs your degree in music?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli shook her head. \u201cOne\u2019s in communications and the other\u2019s in public relations.\u201d <br \/>\u201cWow, two?\u201d Dana nodded. \u201cThat\u2019s awesome.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell . . . not really. Just means I didn\u2019t know what I wanted to do.\u201d Kelli didn\u2019t mind admitting it. \u201cBut I\u2019m done being a professional student. I\u2019m looking for a job now\u2014\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201c\u2014in Texas.\u201d Cedric\u2019s tone made clear what he thought of that. \u201cWhat part of Texas?\u201d Stephanie asked. \u201cAre you trying to stay in Austin?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve been looking at possibilities in Austin and Houston . . .and Dallas.\u201d <br \/>\u201cMostly Dallas, I\u2019d bet,\u201d Cedric said. \u201cThat\u2019s where her boyfriend is.\u201d He looked around playfully. \u201cWhere is he anyway? I wanted to meet him, see if he measures up. What\u2019s his name? Miller?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli smirked at her big brother. \u201cMiles. Miles Reed. He wanted to meet you all too, but he had a conflict.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sure we\u2019ll get another opportunity,\u201d Cedric said, \u201cif I can get you to move back to St. Louis.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Cyd perked up. \u201cOoh, Kelli, I\u2019d love that. Any chance?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI . . . doubt it.\u201d Kelli hedged to be polite; her mind had said a fast no. She hadn\u2019t lived in St. Louis since she left for college, and the distance had been good. Her mother had relocated to Little Rock to care for her mother, so Kelli had gone there on school breaks. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow\u2019s the job market in Texas?\u201d Cedric asked. \u201cImproved any?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Cedric knew the answer perfectly well. He was a VP at a head-hunting firm. He\u2019d made some calls for her, but nothing had materialized. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot exactly,\u201d Kelli admitted. \u201cI\u2019ve been looking since early in the year, and, well . . . it\u2019s nearing the end of June.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Lindell rubbed his chin. \u201cI\u2019m thinking you can be unemployed in St. Louis just as well as in Austin.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Cedric gave a big nod to his brother. \u201cBetter than in Austin. In St. Louis, you can be unemployed and hang out with your brothers.\u201d <br \/>Cyd raised a hand. \u201cAnd sisters. Don\u2019t forget about us.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll of us,\u201d Dana said. \u201cWe\u2019d love to plug you into Daughters\u2019 Fellowship.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d Kelli asked. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt started years ago with Dana, Phyllis, and me.\u201d Cyd pointed toward the dance floor at her other bridesmaid. \u201cReal informal. We\u2019d do potluck and talk about\u2014sometimes cry about\u2014what God was doing in our lives. Stephanie crashed the party last year.\u201d Cyd smiled at her younger sister. \u201cIt\u2019s evolved into kind of a Bible study\/gabfest.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cEmphasis on gab,\u201d Cedric said. \u201cAmazing how two hours can turn into five\u2014every single time. You\u2019d think you\u2019d run out of things to talk about.\u201d <br \/>\u201cNow, now, brother,\u201d  Lindell said, \u201cdon\u2019t exaggerate. I think it was four and a half hours last time.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Cedric and Lindell shared a laugh as the women pounced. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019re praying too, you know,\u201d Dana said. \u201cGetting that fuel we need to be the best we can be.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cLindell knows.\u201d Stephanie gave him the eye. \u201cI left the house with an attitude before that last meeting. Came back changed. Didn\u2019t I?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Lindell threw up his hands. \u201cHey, I\u2019m not complaining. I might be the biggest DF fan at the table. Stephanie\u2019s not the same woman I married.\u201d <br \/>\u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cBabe, that\u2019s a good thing! I\u2019m just sayin\u2019.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Kelli laughed as Lindell backpedaled. For years her brothers had been busy with their careers, living the bachelor life. Hadn\u2019t occurred to them or her that they should live near one another, be a part of each other&#8217;s lives. But now they were both settled down, with wives Kelli would love to know better. She\u2019d always wanted sisters. And it was strange that she, Cyd, and Stephanie kind of looked alike\u2014all of them tall with honey brown skin and long brown hair. <\/p>\n<p>And Daughters\u2019 Fellowship sounded great. Her own relationship with God wasn\u2019t where it should be. She\u2019d known that for some time. Just wasn\u2019t sure how to get it back on the right track. The thought of getting together with these women, talking and learning from them, felt like water to her parched soul. <\/p>\n<p>If only it were in another city . . . <\/p>\n<p>Kelli sighed as she looked around the table at the laughter, the ribbing, the love. Did she really want to stay in Austin, away from all of this? <\/p>\n<p>And what about Miles? They\u2019d been dating almost a year. Although he\u2019d graduated from UT\u2013Austin last December and moved back to Dallas, the distance didn\u2019t seem so great with them both in Texas. Still, they were already several hours apart. Would a few more make a huge difference? <\/p>\n<p>Kelli looked up as her mother stopped at their table. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, it\u2019s my gorgeous mother,\u201d Cedric said, placing an arm around her. <br \/>\u201cNo, it\u2019s my gorgeous mother,\u201d Lindell said, hugging her other side. <\/p>\n<p>Francine London glowed with pride. \u201cYou boys are something else,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd I didn\u2019t come to see y\u2019all. I came to see how my daughters-in-law are doing.\u201d <br \/>\u201cOh, it\u2019s like that now?\u201d Cedric asked. \u201cI get married, and I get kicked to the curb?\u201d <br \/>Francine laughed, keeping her arms around her sons\u2019 waists. \u201cI\u2019m wondering what\u2019s gonna happen when you all start having my grandchildren. I\u2019m not gonna like being all the way in Little Rock.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou need to move back too,\u201d Lindell said. <\/p>\n<p>Francine dismissed it with a shake of the head. \u201cYour grandmother\u2019s not doing well, can\u2019t get around, so we\u2019re better off staying put.\u201d <br \/>\u201cWell, help us convince your daughter to move back,\u201d Cedric said. \u201cWe\u2019ve been working on her.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Francine looked at Kelli, nodding. \u201cI was thinking about that today, how nice it would be if you could be around your brothers and their wives. You know I\u2019m big on family.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, I know, Mom.\u201d Kelli cut them off at the pass. \u201cSo . . . which one of you would be willing to let your little sister move in?\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-eBOaECESY3M\/Tlw4EZjZI7I\/AAAAAAAAEqE\/KQJjdetOXV4\/s1600\/cherished.jpg\" style=\"margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"280\" width=\"185\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-eBOaECESY3M\/Tlw4EZjZI7I\/AAAAAAAAEqE\/KQJjdetOXV4\/s400\/cherished.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/cherished-kim-cash-tate\/1102421604\">Cherished<\/a> by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kimcashtate.com\/\">Kim Cash Tate<br \/><\/a><br \/>Kelli has a secret. It&#8217;s a secret that NOBODY knows about except for Brian, her old sweetheart. She&#8217;s made a big mistake and she feels guilty about the life-altering decision she made seven years ago. Now Brian is suprisingly back in her life, mingling with her friends and family members. Can she learn to forgive him for abandoning her during the worst day of her entire life?<\/p>\n<p>Brian is now a Christian rapper known as Alien. He wants to ask Kelli for forgiveness. When she coincidentally shows up at a songwriters&#8217; conference and then at his church, he feels the Lord is leading him to approach her to try to makeup for his wrongdoing.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, Kelli is jobless and she&#8217;s recently re-located to a new area. While she bonds with her sisters-in-law with Bible studies and restaurant chats, she feels in her heart that she needs to put her bitterness against Brian aside &#8211; which is hard for her to do. However, when she finds herself collaborating on Brian&#8217;s new album, her songwriting skills are rejuvenated as they create music for hurt and broken Christians. <\/p>\n<p>There is also an interesting cast of secondary characters, including Heather. She&#8217;s had an affair with a married man, but, her church and her acquaintances are finding it hard to believe she&#8217;s now a Christian &#8211; including the wife of her former lover.<\/p>\n<p>This story shows how we can&#8217;t hold onto guilt forever. We need to accept God&#8217;s grace for our sins and move on, learning a lesson about what we&#8217;ve done and discouraging others from going down the wrong path. <\/p>\n<p>I also enjoyed how the characters in this novel prayed about everything. 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