The Grace Song

Contemporary Christian Fiction Novella YA

Jenna has just started her career as a music teacher when a false accusation not only threatens to destroy her reputation, but also her faith.

Amid this battle, she finds herself torn between two best friends, both on a passionate pursuit for her love. On the one side there is Johnathan with his natural charm, and on the other side Bradley with his dark past.

As she gradually spirals down the pit of doubt and despair, it turns out that the ultimate battle, is the one for her soul…

This is a story about grace, love and second chances, and how it turns out that believing really is seeing.

Expert from the book:

    It began in her third year of college; the questions. Actually, it was
    Mark who started them …
    “How do you know that this is all real?” he asked, over his glass of
    cheap red wine.
    She had to first wait for her head to stop spinning for a while before she
    was able to answer.
    “This, here with you? Why wouldn’t it be real, you crazy maniac?” she
    “Not this. God,” he rephrased.
    “God?” She was drunk. “Is God real?”
    “I’m asking you, Jenna,” he laughed and pointed the glass in her direction.
    “How can you be sure that He is real?”
    “Who said that I was sure?”
    They had been dating for almost a year now and he didn’t like her habit
    of attending campus-church every Sunday night. He found it annoying
    and he had told her so.
    “I would like to believe that it was true,” she added after a while.
    “What?” he asked while topping up her glass. “God, Jesus, heaven?
    Which part of it would you like to be true?”
    “I don’t know.” She had trouble focusing on his face. “All of it, I guess.”
    “You see, that’s the problem right there,” he grinned. “You have to guess.
    You can’t know. Nobody can know. Everybody is just guessing.”
    “I think it’s called faith,” she managed to reply. “Not guessing.”
    “Okay then faith,” he sneered. “Would you say that you have faith?”
    “You are asking complicated questions to a drunk lady and expecting
    sober answers, not fair!” she stalled, and he laughed again.
    “Drunk already?” he grinned and pulled her close. “Let’s see how
    He gently wiped a strand of chestnut hair from her cheek and started
    kissing her passionately. She felt herself melting in his embrace, slowly
    losing all defense.
    Not good; they were having a moonlight picnic at the Magnolia Gardens.
    It was late, most of the people had left already and they were busy with
    their second bottle of wine. He’s been waiting for this opportunity.
    You need to stop this!
    “We should go,” she made a weak attempt.
    “No, not now!” he insisted, and she felt panic pushing up in her throat.
    “What about your question?” She pushed him away gently. “Don’t you want to hear my answer?”
    “Tell me tomorrow,” he mumbled.
    “Wait! I’m nauseous!” She really was nauseous.
    He jumped up like a frog from a hot plate and she jumped up and went behind a bush.
    While driving her back to the dorm a few minutes later, he didn’t say a word. He had dropped her off and left.
    But the questions stayed.
    Now, almost two years later, she was still happily single, and she had started her teaching career at a well-known music school two blocks from her parent’s home. She had the recorder and the guitar students with a few of the younger piano students also assigned to her.
    One of them was right now busy fingering Baa Baa Black sheep with agonizing difficulty.
    “I can’t do it!” the little girl suddenly exploded and gave the piano a few angry bangs.
    Jenna took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Little Sarah was a patient tester. She demanded all of Jenna’s love and understanding. After this little girl’s class, she was usually exhausted and today was no exception. In fact, she has already used up all the patience she could find within herself.
    “If you bang that piano one more time, I am going to send you out of my class and you will never come back!” she wanted to shout, but said instead, “Sarah, my darling, don’t give up now. Let’s take it one bar at a time. How about that? You only need to practice bar one for now. Okay?”
    “But I want to play the whole song!” Sarah pouted and crossed her arms angrily.
    “You will, eventually, but we need to take baby steps to get there.”
    “I’m not a baby anymore!” she shouted and then went pale as her mother suddenly walked into the room unexpectedly.
    “Sarah!” she scolded, “I could hear you shouting at teacher Jenna from
    the car! What has got into you?”
    Sarah started crying and her mom gave Jenna a ‘please-explain-this’ glare.
    “Hi, Mrs. Moore,” Jenna smiled apologetically, “sorry about this. Sarah is
    upset because she is struggling with the song.”
    “Then why don’t you help her?” Stephanie Moore asked accusingly, while
    comforting the now sobbing Sarah…
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