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It had been rather simple, really. Pastor Keller had said a short prayer, something about confessing your sins to God and acknowledging that you needed His Son as Savior. Cleve had repeated the words after him, words that were from his heart.
I always tell people, Pastor had said, that if they really meant what they prayed, then they are now a child of God, but I dont think I need to say that to you, Cleve. Theres something in your eyes that tells me this is genuine.
I dont feel much different, the younger man had confided.
Some people dont, but I assure you its real. The Bible says to believe, and you do. Since the Bible is the Word of God, then thats all the assurance we need.
Bobbie had been watching out the window for Cleve almost from the time she had arrived at the Taylors. She had declined dinner, telling her hostess that she would eat with Cleve when he came. So when he finally pulled into the yard Bobbie was there to meet him.
Are you all right? was her first question after Cleves feet hit the ground.
Im fine, Robbie, Cleve told her calmly. Im better than Ive ever been in my life.
Bobbie looked at him for a moment. Youre sure now, arent you?
Yes, Im sure, he said with quiet conviction, quite sure.
The couple embraced, and when Bobbie stepped back she saw tears in Cleves eyes. It had been such a painful time, one of uncertainty and hard decisions. But she would do it all over again, she told herself, if only to see Cleve Ramseys face when he said, Yes, Im sure, quite sure.
thirty-two
Sylvia Weber was in a state of mourning. No one in the family had died, but her grief was just as great as if someone had.
After Sylvia had left Jeff at the Bradfords those weeks ago, she had gone back to her sisters house, repeatedly telling herself she was going to control her temper for good this time. It was evident that for years all her thoughts had been of herself. What was further evident was that it had to stop.
As Sylvia rode home that day, her prayers were altered for the first time. Instead of mindlessly naming everything she wanted to, she asked God to help her change. She was certain that everything was going to be completely under control from then on, but Sandra met her at the door with a letter.
Ive heard from Aunt Velvet. Her letter says youre welcome to stay with her.
Aunt Velvet? Sylvia had asked in genuine confusion.
Thats right. I wrote to her and asked if you could come and see her for a few months. Its either that or back home to Mom and Dad. Carl and I need a break.
Sylvias lovely ideals about her temper evaporated, and she exploded at her sister. Even though Sandra looked guilty, she remained steadfast.