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Three Fifty-Seven A.M. by Kendra Norman-Bellamy
Three Fifty-Seven A.M. by Kendra Norman-Bellamy




To my baby girl, Crystal: You are so naturally creative and talented that it amazes me. Thank you for choosing to follow in my footsteps and use your gift for God. Brittney: I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that the world now calls my firstborn child a national bestselling author. If you didn’t do what you do then what I do would be a much harder task. To my husband, Jonathan: Thank you for being my loudest cheerleader and my greatest supporter. I am humbled to be able to take the gift you’ve bestowed upon me and use it for your glory. Thank you for continuing to allow me to walk on purpose. To my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ: You are my life, my breath, my everything.

Three Fifty-Seven A.M. by Kendra Norman-Bellamy

How will they keep from falling apart without the glue that held them together? Read more

Three Fifty-Seven A.M. by Kendra Norman-Bellamy

Essie taught them that everything happens according to God's perfect timing, but to those left behind, it seems that the timing of Ms. Love tells her to give him more time, but loneliness pushes her back to the mindset that sent her searching for love in all the wrong places. Through prayers and patience, Elaine Demps gained her husband's forgiveness for her infidelities, but after more than a year, she can't understand why he still hasn't moved back into the bedroom with her. But now, just when it seems that the teenager is on a winning track, he's blindsided by more trouble than the streets could have ever offered. To Jennifer's relief, her fifteenyearold son, Jerrod, was saved from gangrelated activities by Ms. Essie's past steps in and threatens to steal the security that the Stephenses have taken for granted.

Three Fifty-Seven A.M. by Kendra Norman-Bellamy

And while their guards are down, a voice from Ms. While Colin Stephens still enjoys a blissful marriage to his wife, Angel, unbeknownst to him, she is wrestling with the guilt and regret of never saying goodbye to the woman she loved like a mother. Before her untimely demise, Essie's prayers brought redemption to many of her neighborhood's problems but now the impact of her death and the unfinished business that it left behind is threatening to unravel all that she prayed so hard for God to mend. Essie Mae Richardson, the elderly pillar of the Braxton Parks community.






Three Fifty-Seven A.M. by Kendra Norman-Bellamy