Meant to Be (Diary of a Teenage Girl Series: Kim #2)

Meant to Be (Diary of a Teenage Girl Series: Kim #2)

by Melody Carlson

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Kim’s World Turns Upside Down

When Kim’s mom is diagnosed with cancer, Natalie steps in, as true friends will do, to round up hundreds of people to pray for Mrs. Peterson’s healing. Her health begins to improve, and Kim’s love life begins to flourish…but with a non-Christian. Natalie warns Kim to break off the relationship, but is that just because she’s jealous? Or is God trying to speak to Kim through Natalie’s counsel? When her mom’s health suddenly declines again, Kim blames herself. Maybe she never should have become involved with Matthew, especially as she’s tempted to give in to his pressure to have sex. Kim’s faith is hanging in the balance. She wants to believe that prayer will prevail, but the obstacles seem so big…

Thursday, December 29

My dad and I are both feeling a little torn about Mom right now. On one hand, we all act like everything is just peachy, perfectly normal. But at the same time, it’s like we’re walking on eggshells too. Like we’re all thinking the same thing–is this our last Christmas all together?

Kim Peterson’s mom has stage four ovarian cancer, and Kim’s done enough research online to know the odds are dismal. But Kim and her best friend, Natalie McCabe, and a lot of other people are praying that God will heal her mom.

Kim’s mom makes her promise that she’ll continue with life as normal: Nat, youth group, violin, her Just Ask Jamie newspaper column, even hanging out with Matthew. But how can life be normal with cancer hanging over your head like a dark cloud?

And then she’s getting flak from Natalie because Matthew’s not a Christian, and Nat’s afraid he’ll drag Kim down. But Nat’s dating life isn’t exactly smooth sailing, either. Both girls are praying a lot–and waiting to find out what’s meant to be.

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Story Behind the Book

“My teenage years remain vivid in my mind. It was a turbulent time, full of sharp contrasts–love and hate, pain and pleasure, trust and doubt. Then, just as I reached my peak of questioning, rebelling, and seeking, I found God. And I found Him in a really big way! My life turned completely around and has, thankfully, never turned back. Hopefully this story will touch and change hearts–speaking to teen girls right where they live, reminding readers that God is alive and well and ready to be intimately involved in their lives right now!” –Melody Carlson

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781590523223
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/03/2005
Series: Diary of a Teenage Girl Series , #2
Edition description: Kim Book No. 2
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.65(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Melody Carlson has published more than ninety books for children, teens, and adults–with sales totaling more than 2 million and many titles appearing on the ECPA Bestseller’s List. Several of her books have been finalists for and winners of various writing awards. Her Diary of a Teenage Girl series has received great reviews and a large box of fan mail. Melody has two grown sons and lives in Central Oregon with her husband. They enjoy skiing, hiking, gardening, camping, and biking in the beautiful Cascade Mountains.

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Meant to Be

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Copyright © 2005 Carlson Management Co., Inc.
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ISBN: 1-59052-322-9

Chapter One

Saturday, December 17

Christmas break started today. Wait a minute, let's make that winter break. It's the latest controversy around here. Do we call the activities during this time of year "Christmas" or "winter"? For some reason it's got everybody worked up. And unfortunately winter seems to be winning.

Same thing happened with our orchestra concert last week. I mean, I've always called it the Christmas Concert since we play mostly Christmas music. But this year it was officially changed to the Winter Concert in order for the school to be more politically correct and avoid any civil lawsuits. Yeah, right. They even had to reprint the posters, and at no small expense either. The only consolation was that we still played some real Christmas tunes including "Silent Night." Although I hear that may all change by next year.

Well, okay, I suppose it's not the end of civilization as we know it, and it's not like I want to offend some minority religious group, but the truth is, it does irk me a little. I mean, here I am actually celebrating the real reason for the season this year-since I'm a real Christian now-and it seems that everyone else is trying to strip the word "Christmas" off of everything.

I suppose Hallmarkwill start marketing winter cards to send to all your friends. "Merry Winter, hope you and yours stay warm and dry this season." The ironic thing is that last Christmas, back when I truly believed I was a born-again Buddhist, this kind of absurdity would've made me extremely happy. Now, it just makes me sad.

Okay, that's not the only reason I'm sad. I'm mostly sad about Mom's diagnosis of ovarian cancer. It's like I can feel this gloomy cloud hanging over our entire house now. Although if anyone had been watching my mom these past few days, I'm sure no one would guess that anything is wrong. She's like Mrs. Santa-baking cookies and nut breads, decorating the house, and wrapping packages as if ... well, as if it's her last Christmas.

Even writing those words right now puts a huge lump in my throat, and I can't believe it's true. I keep telling myself maybe it's not. Maybe there's been a mistake, a misdiagnosis. Or maybe it's just going to go away.

For the past couple of weeks, I've gone online regularly trying to read up on the latest treatments for the kind of cancer my mom has, and while most of the news is rather dismal, I have discovered a few encouraging stories. And I do believe it's possible that my mom could survive this thing. At least I try to believe it. Sometimes I get pretty depressed.

"Everyone in my church is praying for your mom," Natalie assured me at school yesterday when she noticed I was feeling down. "And a lot of people have sent word out to their online prayer chains, which could mean that literally thousands of people are praying for her right now." Her blue eyes got bigger. "Do you have any idea what that means, Kim?"

I didn't say anything. I guess I was just feeling too bummed to respond intelligently.

"It means that God could do a real miracle!"

"I know," I finally said. "It's just hard sometimes ... to believe, you know?"

"But I thought you said your mom is feeling better now, and that she even believes she's going to be healed."

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess she does. I mean, her spirits are up, and she's acting perfectly normal ..."

"So you need to do the same thing. For her sake, you need to at least act like you believe she'll be healed, Kim. And maybe it's one of those faith things. Our pastor was talking about that last week. Like when Abraham stepped out into the desert and when Moses stepped into the Red Sea-it was all about faith. But they had to take that first step, and then God stepped in and did the miracle. You know what I mean?"

And suddenly I sort of did understand what she meant. "Yeah," I finally said. "Maybe that's what my mom's doing now-taking that step of faith."

"And you need to do it too. We all have to believe this for her, Kim. We have to expect a miracle. Who knows, maybe it will happen at Christmas. Can you imagine how cool that would be?"

And so for a while at school, I really did feel somewhat encouraged, and I really did believe that God could and would do a miracle for my mom. I was being really positive when I got home too. And I told Mom that I believed she was going to be healed. She just smiled and nodded like she believed it too. And everything was pretty cool.

Then this morning, I went online again. I visited some new medical websites, which turned out to have some less-than-happy facts, and now I'm feeling all discouraged again. The stupid thing is, I only went online to pick out some letters for my Just Ask Jamie column. Instead I ended up spending the whole morning getting thoroughly depressed. So much for my big step of faith, huh?

Anyway, I finally quit searching the web for miracles and went to my e-mail box, reading the most recent letters that had been forwarded to me from the newspaper. I'm supposed to be looking for something that specifically pertains to Christmas, since Dad suggested I focus next week's column on Christmas, and I finally found a couple that will work.

Dear Jamie, I'm feeling really torn. My parents got divorced a few years ago, and they both want me to spend Christmas with them this year. My dad recently remarried and just invited me to go on a very cool skiing vacation in Aspen, Colorado, with him and his new wife and her kids-which sounds totally awesome. But then my mom would be all alone, and she's already kind of depressed, so I feel sort of bad about leaving her behind. What should I do? Guilt Ridden Dear Guilt Ridden, I think you already know the answer to your question. But let me ask you a question-what does Christmas really mean to you? Have you heard about the baby who left His Father's glorious kingdom to be born in a drafty old barn and into a family that was considered "peasant class"? That was the first Christmas ... and it was about things like love and sacrifice and mercy. I guess the real question is, what kind of Christmas do you want to celebrate this year? Just Jamie

Okay, I hope that wasn't too harsh. I know my dad is expecting "uplifting" responses, but honestly, that letter just got to me. I mean, how could this person (not sure if it's a guy or girl) even consider ditching a hurting parent to go off to enjoy the lifestyles of the rich and famous? It just seems all wrong.

What I really wanted to ask was, how would you feel if you knew your mother was dying? What if this was your last Christmas to be with her? Of course, I can't write that. And I'm probably imposing my own situation onto this poor person who's just writing to ask for advice, when I should be asking myself these questions.

How would I feel if I knew this was Mom's last Christmas with us? And can I even face the answer? The truth is, this is tearing me apart.


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