Mustard Seed (Freedman/Johnson, #2)

by Laila Ibrahim

She and Matthew practiced a modern form of child rearing, eating their meals together and allowing their children to speak up with questions or thoughts. Sadie’s and Sammy’s habits would need to change if they were going to fit in here.

“You cain’t come here and jus’ take me away,” Sarah scolded. “It don’ work like that!” “You’re free!” Jordan burst out. “Haven’t you heard of the Thirteenth Amendment?” “Course I heard that I free,” Sarah replied, heat and indignation in her voice, “but I don’ know what good it do me.” “You can do what you like, and you can go where you like,” Jordan replied more gently. “Freedom don’ come with a house. Freedom don’ come with a horse. Freedom don’ come with land. Freedom don’ come with food,” Sarah hissed. Jordan’s stomach lurched at the truth of the rebuke: freedom didn’t mean very much without the means to exercise it.

“When that fear start risin’ in you, you got to hand it over to God—especially in the night. When you can’ do, you got to pray.”

so true.

We don’ get to pick how big our good gets to be, but each of us picks if we gonna do some good right where we are.”