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Wisdom to Know

Wisdom to Know

Grant Us Grace book 2

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Will she allow his long-standing, unwavering love to shine through the shadows of her past sins?

Main Tropes

  • He falls first
  • Friends to Love
  • Reformed bad girl


A rebellious pastor’s daughter. A best friend who loves her faithfully from the sidelines. But is there sin that love can’t cover?

Kevin McGregor heard God tell him that Lydia Brown was the woman he would marry. But that was ten years ago. And watching her take every turn down the road away from him and her faith is slow torture.

Lydia Brown has taken just about every wrong turn she could find. When an abortion leaves her overwhelmed by guilt, she turns to drugs to escape her pain. Landing at rock bottom, Lydia is forced to reevaluate her choices.

In the depth of her downward spiral, Kevin desperately tries to convince himself - and God - that loving Lydia is a mistake. Will Lydia embrace a new start, including feelings for Kevin she’d never acknowledged until now? Or will the sins of her past keep them apart?

Intro into Chapter One

"You look like a prostitute.”

Lydia frowned. “Brad likes my legs.”

Kevin admired the long, shapely legs of his best friend from where he was sprawled on her living room couch. “Won’t you be cold if you show so much of them?”

“It’s September, not the middle of January. It’s still warm out.” Aggravation written across her face, she patted her hem. “Besides, the skirt reaches the end of my fingertips.”

“Your elbows are bent.”

“That rule shouldn’t apply to me, I have long fingers.”

Kevin cocked a brow. “You wouldn’t wear that to church.”

“We’re not going to church.” Lydia shot him an impish grin. “Besides, there are a couple of guys there who wouldn’t usually give me the time of day...maybe if I wore this, I’d get their attention.”

“More than likely.” Kevin shook his head. “Where are you going? You never did say.”

“Dinner downtown, then to a club, in Georgetown I think.”

“Bridge club?” He asked hopefully.

Lydia snickered. “Dance. But then you knew that. And before you ask, no, I don’t know which club. But,” she lifted a red-tipped finger to forestall his comment, “since it’s Brad, it’ll be either swing or salsa.”

Kevin frowned. “Everyone is going to see your underwear in that skirt.”

Lydia rolled her eyes.

Kevin started to speak several times before rubbing his forehead. “I’m just trying to look out for you, kiddo.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Didn’t you just finish complaining that Brad treats you like an object?”

She gave a grudging nod.

“You think it might have something to do with clothing choices?”

Lydia crossed her arms. “I should be able to wear anything I want and still be treated with respect.”

“Sure, in a perfect world. But seriously, Lyd, that outfit…” He paused and considered the short skirt too-snug top and shook his head. “It doesn’t scream ‘Respect me’.”

Pouting, she pushed his feet out of the way and flopped onto the couch beside him. “I appreciate your concern.”

Kevin snorted.

“No, I really do.” She smiled and patted his knee. “You’re like the brother I never had.”

He winced.

“Still, a date with your almost fiancé is surely a reason to dress up, right? Or did you want me to wear something like that?” Lydia gestured to a conservative black jacket draped on the arm of the sofa.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“That’s for work. This is a date. You don’t wear work clothes on a date.”

Kevin stood, glancing at his watch, “Whatever, Lydia. I drove into McLean to see if you were free tonight, not to be a stand-in for a girlfriend. Or a brother. You look great and you know it.” A brief, wistful look flashed across his features. “I’m sure Brad will agree.” His hand on the knob of her apartment door, he turned and added with a resigned sigh, “You know where to find me when you get home and need to complain about how he spent the evening undressing you with his eyes.”

“That’s not fair, Kevin.”

“Tell me about it,” he muttered, slamming the apartment door behind him.

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