A poem by Caroline Norato

Love In A Victorian

Every house has a story. . . .
   Historical restoration contractor Jamie Kearly thought she’d found her happily-ever-after house, until she lost the sale last minute to a higher offer.  Attorney Richard Damien has purchased his grandmother’s Victorian, because growing up in the historic village of Elm’s Corner was the only time he’s ever felt a sense of belonging. When he hires J. Kearly Restoration, he doesn’t realize the contractor comes with a bossy lady foreman, but Jamie’s dad has sprained his ankle, leaving Jamie to take charge of the project. Now she has no choice but to transform her dream house into Rick’s perfect home.
   Soon Rick will learn it takes more than four walls to make a Victorian a home. And as for Jamie—well, it’s going to take more than a hammer to nail down this confirmed bachelor.

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Come home to Elm's Corner . . . where new love blooms in old houses

It's not whether you come from a past that's shattered,
But where you are going that really matters.
Look toward the light and press toward your goal,
Don't be fearful, be determined and bold.
Never look back; there's nothing left there.
Look ahead with love to riches none can compare.
The length of our days is known to no man.
It's revealed only to God, lying in the palm of his hand.
So pick yourself up and walk towards the door.
Storm right through it and remember no more.
Look ahead with boldness and pride.
Kill that fear that lies deep inside.
The road is long and narrow but leads to success.
You'll come to its end finding love, confidence and tenderness.

Depend on the Lord in whatever you do, and your plans will succeed . . . Proverbs 16:3



“I’ve never seen that cat until a few minutes ago when I almost stumbled over it on the porch. What makes you think it belongs to me?

Fear knocked on the door.

Faith answered.

And there was no one there.