Counted With the Stars (Out From Egypt, #1)

by Connilyn Cossette

His eyes released me, and his gaze lifted over my shoulder, toward the Nile. The brilliant sun at his back outlined his body, illuminating gold in his dark brown hair. His beard, and its foreignness, momentarily fascinated me.

swallowed hard against the fear that wrapped its tentacles around my throat,

Unconsciously graceful, with a voice like honey, my mother was a goddess,

I floated, unbound to the earth, unsure of where my destiny lay, grasping at false memories and inherited lies.

don’t know. But sometimes it seems to me like Yahweh chooses to work through the most unlikely of people.”

the soft melody compelling me to quiet my breathing to hear each note.

closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, draw me into its depths, and sink into my bones.

Strange that although we still wandered in a desert of uncertainty, I had never felt more at home.

Calling out to Yahweh in my brokenness had broken the chains.