CHAPTER 46
THE CHURCH WAS SILENT once Grandma Lucy left. Katrina gazed around the sanctuary, which seemed so much emptier without the old woman’s powerful prayers shattering the darkness. How would it feel to be a believer like Grandma Lucy, someone whose faith was so steadfast that she carried her own power and radiance with her wherever she went?
What would her friends in California think of this old woman, with her eccentric ways and bold faith? There were only a small handful of Christians in the Long Beach Symphony, but even the unbelievers in the group would have to recognize the intensity of Grandma Lucy’s soul.
Echoes of the old woman’s prayer ran through her mind. Healed of all her wounds. What would that even look like? And had Grandma Lucy only been praying about the miscarri
