A Chance at Love by T. K. Chapin Read Free Book Online Page B

it’s crooked, it’s not because you don’t know what a straight line is; it’s because you do know what a straight line is. Right and wrong were given to us. We know what is right based on the law of morality.”
    I didn’t have an argument to the theory. There was no way around it in my mind. “All right.”
    “I know that’s probably a bit of information to take in at once. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    I smiled. “I’m a truth-seeker, Grandma. I’m open-minded to any truths of the world around me. I’m not upset. In fact, tell me more about God.”
    She looked up at the ceiling of the kitchen and said softly, “Thank you, Jesus!”
    I laughed and then leaned in. “What is that? Right there. With the praying. Do you actually hear God speak to you?”
    She shook her head. “Not in the way you and I speak to one another. No. He speaks to me through the Bible, His creation and the world around me. Kyle, nature sings His praises while His light shines through humanity.”
    “Nature sings? I’m not following.”
    She laughed. “Not literally. Have you ever admired a sunrise? Or something naturally occurring in nature?”
    Glancing out the window of the kitchen, I saw the trees I was admiring a few days back, with the ice that shimmered in the light so majestically. “There is a lot of beauty in the world.”
    “That’s Him. It’s all Him, Kyle. Every good and perfect thing you come across in this world has evidence of Him written all over it.”
    My heart drew closer to the idea of God. We spent the rest of the morning and into part of the afternoon talking about God and the Bible. She pulled out my grandpa’s Bible and told me the story of Calvary and how Jesus had to pay the ultimate price so that we might have a relationship with God. We went through various books of the Bible, and she showed me scriptures she held dear to her heart. By the end of our talk, I could feel my pulse racing.
    Touching my forehead, I said, “I feel odd. I think I need to eat. It’s already one in the afternoon.”
    “You hungry?”
    “I don’t feel hungry.”
    “Maybe it’s not hunger that’s got you feeling a little uneasy, Kyle. I believe that might be the Lord tugging at your heart.”
    “For salvation?” I asked as I thought about the story of Calvary.
    She nodded slowly with a tight-lipped expression on her face that hinted at a smile at the corners. “Do you believe in the story of Calvary?”
    “It makes sense how you explained it and showed me the Scriptures.”
    “Do you believe it?”
    “I do.”
    She smiled. “Good. Do you want to make Jesus your Lord and Savior over your life, Kyle?”
    I sighed as I processed the question.
    “Remember what I said earlier—it’s not a list of restrictions to follow Christ. It’s freedom.”
    I could feel my heart pump harder, and soon I could feel it clear from my toes up to my head. Without even realizing it, I began to speak. “I want to make Him my Savior and ruler over my life.” Suddenly, the thumping slowed and a peace washed over me that made me feel safe and secure. It felt as if God’s own arms wrapped themselves around me.
    My grandmother reached her hand over to mine and rested it atop mine. “Welcome to the family of God.”
    My phone buzzed. It was Emily texting me again.
    Hope I didn’t scare you off.
    I smiled and wiped a tear that was trying to make its escape from an eye. I replied to her text as my grandmother got up and began preparing food for the two of us.
    You didn’t scare me off. . . I had to do some thinking and . . . I just got saved.
    “She’s going to think I’m nuts,” I said as I watched my grandmother spread peanut butter on our pieces of bread over on the counter.
    She looked over at me. “Why?”
    Laughing nervously as I replied, I said, “I came and talked to you earlier because she asked me if I believed in God. Now I just told her I’m saved.”
    “She’ll be happy for you,” my grandmother replied,