{"product_id":"the-cedar-key-paperback","title":"The Cedar Key (Paperback)","description":"\u003cdiv data-mce-fragment=\"1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cb data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cu data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e2021 Faith, Hope, and Love Reader's Choice Award Winner\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cb data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cimg data-mce-fragment=\"1\" height=\"95\" width=\"114\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0557\/3541\/9019\/files\/FHL_winner_480x480.jpg?v=1638803897\" data-mce-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0557\/3541\/9019\/files\/FHL_winner_480x480.jpg?v=1638803897\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003eRather have the eBook? 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The grand Victorian home stood large and stately, built during the era when people took more time and concern with craftsmanship. But this place couldn’t be mine. The house was built for people like Ida, and I was still a stranger.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI hesitated on the sidewalk, the balmy spring day out of sorts with the heavy clouds hanging over my heart. I fiddled with the keys. I had to stay here. Like Ida had asked. Like I had promised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStill, I couldn’t move any closer. Stifled by the realization that, if I went in and found the house empty, it would mean Ida’s death and funeral weren’t a bad dream I could pretend didn’t really happen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStupid. Ida was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAfter thirty-five years, I’d found the grandmother I would have loved to grow up with, had life been kinder. A woman full of stories, love, and life. A woman I’d been able to open my heart to even in the short time I’d known her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut Ida’s funeral two days before meant the stories that had first lured me to this tiny southern town had all been buried. The will gave me the keys to her house but not the truths I needed. I shoved the thought down and marched up the brick stairs and onto the wide wraparound porch. The key turned easily, and the door swung open.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOne step over the threshold. Deep breath. Close the door. Ida had said a person could really only do one thing at a time—and that if I looked at each of my days as one step to take after another, I would find that things weren’t as overwhelming as I feared.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHow many steps would it take to get through this pain? For now, the entryway would have to do.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEven through the closed front door, sunlight permeated the tempered glass as though light could never fully be shunned here. The rays cast their cheerful amber glow across a foyer Ida had kept filled with fresh flowers on every available surface. The vases now brimmed with wilted roses dropping crumbled petals onto the dusty surfaces of neglected antique tables.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe unfairness fell on me like the blanket of sunlight, only this sensation smothered rather than illuminated. Like something dark and ugly and not at all what Ida said I should feel after she went to Jesus. The cancer took her before we had the opportunity to love one another, and now my one chance to know where I came from—and my identity—was buried in a tiny plot of earth not strong enough to hold the effervescent soul that was Ida Sue Macintyre. All that remained was the shattered remembrance of a beautiful life that God had given me too late and stolen from me too soon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI took a deep breath. If I couldn’t move forward, I should at least go back outside and get my stuff from the car. But I remained frozen. Paralyzed by the anxiety clawing in my veins and insisting this was the one final loss I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear. Yet, death came anyway, despite the desperate prayers I’d wielded against it.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"StepheniaHMcGee","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":41601123647627,"sku":"The Cedar Key Paperback","price":22.0,"currency_code":"CAD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0557\/3541\/9019\/products\/CedarKeyPaperback.png?v=1668801993","url":"https:\/\/books.stepheniahmcgee.com\/en-ca\/products\/the-cedar-key-paperback","provider":"StepheniaHMcGee","version":"1.0","type":"link"}