Bones of Rebellion (Generations of Noah #2)

by Rachel S. Neal

Never did a man have to witness his crops withering onto soil that cracked in its own parched skin or rot away in fields of mud.

The new earth displayed the volatile nature that man had refused to control within himself.

You must always have trust between the two of you, you and Ham. Secrets will destroy your unity.”

Obedience was the path of hope,

In the storms of judgment, the trials of living, they would trust in God’s mercy. Again. And again. And again.

They lived by faith now, day by day, moment by moment.

Thunder rumbled in the dark clouds filling the heavens above them. Ham wrapped her in his protective arms. Naomi smiled as she snuggled against his chest. What was a little rain? Her God held the door to the storehouse of hail, and the key to the storehouse of grace. Mercy was hers for the asking. For always.