Excerpt From My Book

For the past few years, I have been developing a book... well, many, but this one I want to concentrate on. It is currently untitled, but my working title is "Beloved."

The story is told by Chaviva, the younger sister of Y'shua (Jesus), and covers twenty years of her life with her Brother.

A soft light fell from the oil lamp. The glow reflected in His watery eyes. Ever since I was a very young child, I would get lost in His deep brown eyes... so deep, they were almost black. I always had shivers when I looked into them. Perhaps that is why few people could look my Brother in the eyes for very long.

Y'shua looked down at the broken pottery scattered on the floor and the rent curtain still clutched in my hands. He knelt wordlessly and brushed the hair out of my flushed, tear-stained face. I could not look up. Taking the torn fabric out of my hands, He lifted me off the floor and led me to the wooden bench -- the one He had made for my wedding gift.

I felt the grief and anger slowly leave me as He cradled me in His arms. I could no longer cry, but I felt warm tears run down my face. They were His. No words passed from either of our lips, until Y'shua began to sing quietly. The song was low and sweet, striking a familiar chord with me. Then I remembered it was a song Papa used to sing to me when I was little, just before he died.