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      Thanks for the Splashes

      Rebecca Andrea McMahon

      Copyright © 2019 Rebecca Andrea McMahon

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

      320 Broad Street

      Red Bank, NJ 07701

      First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2019

      ISBN 978-1-64096-800-4 (Paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-64096-801-1 (Digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Table of Contents

       My Hero

       Rescued

       The Little Pickup

       Little Chicks

       Day Care Days

       The Phone Call

       Who Is This?

       The Funeral

       The Funeral…Continued

       New Eyes

       Andrea, Where Are You?

       Visions

       Forgiveness Is a Fragrance

       Letters

      To Jennifer McDowell, my heart of hearts, my one true friend, my best friend, who has been with me through it all. You have unknowingly been my strength and my weakness.

      Acknowledgments

      Special Thanks

      To Maggie Rivers, my music teacher who had the wisdom to introduce me to Fur Elise by Beethoven, which saved me during some especially painful times. While writing this book, I would steal away to my keyboard and let the beautiful music bathe and soothe me. And for the times we spent the whole lesson sharing stories of Jesus instead of playing piano.

      To Kathleen Jordan, my friend and confidante, for giving me encouragement like a waterfall and whose belief in me has kept me on task and whose kind words always included God.

      Love flows one way—splashing, rumbling in a torrent toward, always, those we love. We nurture; we provide; we guide; we put them first. We know they love us; they tell us so. The love is different somehow, and we do not expect the same in return; we just know. Once in a while, not very often, when we don’t expect it; we feel a splash. We catch our breath. Then we realize, for just a moment in time, that splash is what we live for. And so I say, “Thanks for the splashes.”

      For You, Lord

      Lord,

      Move my pen. Write with me to get my message out. People need to hear all of what I have to say and to grasp the underlying plea. Keep my pen moving, I pray.

      Holy Spirit, guide me. Keep me on my course. Help me to put words down in a way that readers are blessed, for that is my intention.

      In words that become difficult, I pray that you will put your healing hand on my sorrows that I may continue in this mission.

      I know you love me and are my counselor, who leads me through all things. I will rely on your light and your prompting to pour my heart out on paper. I know this task is ordained by you and therefore blessed.

      My Lord, in my spirit, I see the garden of Gethsemane with you seated, me at your knee. My spirit and yours are one as I worship you always.

      Through you, I can shine and only through you, my bright and morning star.

      Lord, you know my heart, and my heart is to see that my grandchildren make it in this world. Please hold my daughter close; she is wounded. I feel led by you to write this book and to help others. Lord, is my reasoning sound? I pray for your guidance always. I pray for salvation for my three. I must lift you up in my message, so hear me oh Lord as I submit my gifts and talents to you.

      Prologue

      Three babies born to parents who were not equipped to care for them, born into a world of neglect, abuse, starvation, and abandonment, struggling in their own little ways to survive, not fully understanding their hostile surroundings. These three, two girls and a boy, are exposed to horrific perils that no child should have to go through, but they survived. They came into this world given life by two drug-addicted parents who cared more for their next high than food for hungry little ones.

      The grandparents on the father’s side were elderly and of ill health. The grandmother on the mother’s side watched in horror as the legal system declared that motherhood is sacred, and no amount of complaining to the authorities would change anything. She was treated as a meddler and a troublemaker and told to leave this little family alone.

      Thanks for the Splashes takes you into a world that really does exist but that you’d probably not like to know about.

      My Hero

      Pacing, straining for that phone call, wringing my hands and reminding myself to breathe, my mind darts to all sorts of the many outcomes we could have to face. I am waiting for that phone call with a flight number, an arrival time, and a confirming voice saying, “Everything’s going to be okay.”

      Not much talking—it’s all been said. I look out the living room window, nerves on high alert, tensing at any sound. Burk is with me but not nearly as anxious, not nearly as invested. After all, they were not his grandchildren being rescued after years of abuse, so he does not feel the sickening feeling I feel in the pit of my stomach.

      The phone rings. I look at the caller ID. It’s them. I realize I have been standing in front of the phone for some time.

      The deep voice says, “Hello? Is this Rebecca Wood?”

      I choke out the words, “Are the kids okay?”

      The deep voice says, “We’re in Tulsa, and we have them with us now.”

      At those words, I feel a flood of welcome relief, an elation like no other.

      The deep, wonderful voice continues, “We went directly to their school with the custody orders in hand. We told the school authorities that we were here to transport Laurene and JR Smith back to California, but we didn’t want to scare the kids, so we decided to wait in the conference room while they were pulled out of class. They walked in very timid and shy but agreed to talk to us. We told them who we were and that we were here to take them to see Daddy and Grammy. They liked that. Ma’am, there are three agents here including myself—one for each child. We are leaving the school now to pick up the youngest child, Jackie. I will call you when we have her in custody. I have already called the father. Try not to worry. Our plans are to pick up Jackie and get them something to eat

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