A popular but demanding Christian composer, Noah Cavanaugh has finally accepted the invitation to conduct one of his own Christmas cantatas at an old friend’s church. His accompanist for this presentation will be Glenna Ross, a gifted pianist who is hiding one little secret from him.
Though she does play piano for the church, Glenna turned her back on God years before, when she lost her family and fiancé in one terrifying day. Her faith in the provision and care of the Almighty shattered, still Glenna clings to the familiar as she makes a new life for herself.
But can she make a new life with Noah? Or will their love for one another remain silent?
Ms. Layne gives insight and treats respectfully the “handicaps” both of these characters possess — hers physical, his intellectual — both struggle emotionally just believing themselves to be less than deserving. But, God works in mysterious ways and always brings hope to hearts, even in very difficult situations. Worthwhile and delightful reading! – lesnfancy on Amazon
“Glenna!” he called through the window, wincing when a
sharp note was played horribly flat. The sheers didn’t allow him
to see if she reacted similarly or not. “Glenna, open the door,”
he insisted. She had to be able to hear him; he was practically
“She’s being stubborn,” he concluded, getting angrier now
than he could remember being in a long, long time. The feeling
churned in his gut, begging for release. He pounded on her front
door. “Glenna!” Still no answer.
Without thinking about it, he opened her door forcefully and
turned to her music room, where each note was making his
nerves shudder. It was awful. His sense of pitch was so acute
that it was torture for him to hear his music played with so little
regard to the sound.
There she was, her head bowed over the piano keys, music
flung on the velvet-lined stand. The lid was shut, and Noah
slammed both hands on it, hoping to shock her to awareness of
him. “I don’t believe you!” Glenna’s eyes widened as she finally
noticed him. She opened her mouth and slipped off her glasses.
He could see a light of battle in her eyes and was prepared to
match it. “You get on me about ruining your work,” he started,
satisfied in some basic way as she drew her shoulders back, “and
then you dare to play my music with such disregard!”
“What’s the matter with my playing?” she shot back, coming
off the piano bench to stand about two feet in front of him. He
couldn’t help but notice the way her hair gleamed as she pushed
it away from her face. She focused, once again, on his mouth.
“I’ve been working hard on your music!”
“What’s the matter?” He could not believe her. “What’s the
matter? You’re obviously not paying attention. Again! Your
fingering is completely off! Are you deaf?”