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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled What She Left for Me about Christian, Library, Journal with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: "the author is a courageous author and is to be commended." -- Christian Library Journal
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: What She Left for Me
  Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, New International Version ®. NIV ®. Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.© Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com
  This story deals with the difficult topics of infidelity and child abuse. I chose to include these issues because of the large numbers of women and girls who are victims in these circumstances. One in four girls will be molested in some manner by the time she reaches age eighteen. This is a crisis that is reaching epidemic proportions, affecting families everywhere–even in the church. My desire is to help readers to better understand the broken and wounded hearts of these women, young and old. Our eyes and hearts need to be opened and prepared to support those who suffer from these emotional and physical traumas. Adultery and child molestation are betrayals of the worst kind, but we Christians need not add to the problem by turning away in fear or revulsion.
  While I have carefully developed the story without any graphic references, the implications are there within these pages, and I want readers to be alerted to this prior to reading. Mothers and other caregivers will need to decide if the story is appropriate for their teenage girls.
  My hope and prayer with is that readers will learn and grow along with my characters and that all of us will learn to reach out with healing and love to friends and family who may be on a similar journey.
  Jana McGuire had heard this phrase so often in her life. Her mother had chanted it like a mantra whenever something unpleasant happened to upset Jana. And now it was all Jana could think of. That voice. That tone, which wavered somewhere between accusation and disgust. Her mother had never shown any sympathy for Jana's fears or hurts. For as long as she could remember, her mother had offered commands and regulations, but never love.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Her mother looked at her oddly. "What's with you? You've been sour-faced all morning and you're bringing me down. It's a beautiful day and I was in complete harmony until you woke up."
  It was one defining moment in her life that Eleanor would carry with her forever. It changed her heart—not only toward her family, but it redefined who she was and wanted to be. She had thought she was happy, or at least satisfied with the world she lived in. Now it was as if a door of discontent had been opened.
  For the next couple of days, Eleanor avoided her father. She almost felt ashamed of him, yet she didn't understand why. There were no rules in their world that said her parents had done wrong. She'd even found out that many of the other couples in the commune were unmarried. It never seemed a problem to any other children that their parents were unwed.
  Eleanor kept mulling the situation over in her mind. Why did it bother her so much? It just seems, she concluded, that everything I've been taught is a lie. But how could that be? Her father loved her, and everything he'd ever done for her had proven that.
  I shouldn't want to avoid him, but I'm not sure I want to deal with this truth either. Nothing feels right. The whole world—my world—seems so wrong. She knew her father would have answers, but she wasn't convinced they would be helpful ones. Her parents' loose philosophy of open marriage and free love didn't provide what she longed for: confidence and security. Still, it wasn't right to say nothing. Sooner or later her father would realize she was avoiding him, and then he would be hurt. She didn't want that.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: She didn't want that. "What's with you? You've been sour-faced all morning and you're bringing me down. It's a beautiful day and I was in complete harmony until you woke up."
  It was one defining moment in her life that Eleanor would carry with her forever. It changed her heart—not only toward her family, but it redefined who she was and wanted to be. She had thought she was happy, or at least satisfied with the world she lived in. Now it was as if a door of discontent had been opened.
  For the next couple of days, Eleanor avoided her father. She almost felt ashamed of him, yet she didn't understand why. There were no rules in their world that said her parents had done wrong. She'd even found out that many of the other couples in the commune were unmarried. It never seemed a problem to any other children that their parents were unwed.
  Eleanor kept mulling the situation over in her mind. Why did it bother her so much? It just seems, she concluded, that everything I've been taught is a lie. But how could that be? Her father loved her, and everything he'd ever done for her had proven that.
  I shouldn't want to avoid him, but I'm not sure I want to deal with this truth either. Nothing feels right. The whole world—my world—seems so wrong. She knew her father would have answers, but she wasn't convinced they would be helpful ones. Her parents' loose philosophy of open marriage and free love didn't provide what she longed for: confidence and security. Still, it wasn't right to say nothing. Sooner or later her father would realize she was avoiding him, and then he would be hurt.Her mother looked at her oddly.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Their loving smiles reassured her.'.
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conversations.value: Jana heard the voices cry out in unison—offering their love, their support. She couldn't contain the tears that spilled down her face and dripped against her daughter's cheek. The moment was bittersweet; Rob should have been a part of this celebration, but he was dead. There are worse things than death, Jana thought, but those things will not steal my joy and destroy my child's life. Not if I can help it. And obviously not if the people around her had any say.
  Such a wonderful feeling of love was being shared in this room. Love that surrounded them and wrapped them in a warmth of protection and promise. Jana had never experienced anything like it before, although her own congregation in Spokane had tried hard to offer it.
  By watching Kevin's example, Jana knew that Rob had been wrong. There was nothing positive about keeping people at arm's length. God intended for His children to help one another, to bear one another's burdens.
  The pastor offered a prayer of consecration and blessing for Meira, and Jana could only rejoice in the moment. Things will be different, she promised her sleeping child. She would never leave Meira to fend for herself—she would always make sure she had the love and hope she needed for the future. And when the time came, and Meira wanted to know about her father, Jana knew God would teach her the right words to say.
  Who knows? she thought. Maybe there will even be a chance for us. A chance to be a real family. But even as she thought it, Jana shook her head slightly and looked to her mother and Taffy. Their loving smiles reassured her.