Logan Airport
Meredith found an empty seat at the gate and sat down with a weary sigh. She still couldn’t believe the past 24-hours had really happened. That after fifteen years of service, of pouring her blood and sweat and tears into her ministry, it had come to such a crashing end.
Maybe it couldn’t have been helped. She’d seen the handwriting on the wall a few years ago, hadn’t she? But still, she’d founded Living Grace. Who would have thought it would carry on without her? Could it carry on without her?
Time would certainly tell.
She watched holiday travelers bustling past her gate, men and women and children off to Christmas dinners and vacations with grandparents. Meredith didn’t have any close relatives. The ministry had been her family.
Which made what she’d just gone through
