2012 © Kimberly B Jackson
made her way toward a rustic log cabin. Chickens pecked and
darted across the yard. There was little grass, mostly dirt,
with an old washing machine placed just outside the porch. Not
certain what to expect, Donna made her way up the steps,
startled when the door swung open.
“Welcome, welcome. Come in. You must be
from the missionary group.”
“Yes, I’m Donna Dubois.”
“Hi, Donna Dubois. I’m Sara Cagle.”
Donna extended her hand only for Sara
to reach out and hug her instead. The cabin was small and dark.
A wood stove burned, presumably providing the only source of
heat for the small home. Sara, a tall, slender, fifty-something
woman with long gray hair, moved around some clothing sprawled
across the couch.
“Make yourself at home. Please sit
Donna dusted off the couch before she
sat, only to wish she had not made that gesture in front of Mrs.
Mrs. Cagle offered a smile. “Tell me a
little about yourself. Are you married or do you have any
“I am married, but we have not been
blessed with children.”
“You’re still young. It will happen
when it is supposed to happen.”
“I’m sure you’re right.” Choosing not
to discuss the circumstances surrounding her life with a person
she just met, Donna feigned a smile. Sara stood and lifted two
of Donna’s suitcases.
“Let me show you where you will be
Grabbing the third bag, Donna followed
Sara to a back room that was divided in two by a quilt hanging
across a rope.
“I’m sorry, but you will have to share
a room with the little ones. I’ve moved the older boys out to
the back porch.”
Shock pulsed through her as she took in
her accommodations. Sara placed her luggage close to the bed,
and Donna followed suit with the bag she carried.
“Let me show you the rest of the house
and where you can freshen up.”
I hope they have running water at
least, Donna thought—uncharitably, she knew. Sara led Donna back
to the living room, and then into the kitchen where a small
table butted against the wall. Walking past it, they exited onto
the back porch that was enclosed with plywood. Two makeshift
beds were placed on the floor. Donna then followed Sara into a
tiny room that contained an old claw tub, a commode, and an
aged, cracked sink that contained rust and a dripping faucet.
Leaving Donna there to freshen up, Sara walked off.
Donna looked around the small bathroom.
Trying not to be judgmental about her living arrangements, Donna
resolved to put on a happy face. But, as she looked down at the
rusted, old sink, her smile quickly deteriorated.
With much vigor, Donna cranked a faucet
on, but nothing came.
“Great, no hot water.”
Facing the inevitable, she turned on
the cold faucet to a small steady stream. Cautiously, she
positioned her hands under the freezing cold water and placed
her hand on her face to refresh her appearance. The cold water
cut through her whole body, giving her chills.
What did she get herself into?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
first started to write to encourage her little boy to read.
After including his favorite stuffed animal in four short
children's stories, she decided to tackle her life long dream of
writing Christian fiction. After placing second in a writing
contest, her career of being a published author became a
reality. She has been blessed to be married for over two decades
to her husband, Jim and they have one son, Cole. She
resides in a small town, outside of Birmingham, Alabama and
attends a local Baptist Church. Kimberly likes to write books
that inspire and uplift people. You can contact her at