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Jeff returned to the office intent on asking his father when Bobbie would be in, but Bill sent him on an errand. It was just as well, he thought as he left. The office was no place for the showdown he was planning.
Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities; for we know not what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which can not be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.
Bobbie prayed long and hard over the words she had just read. They were exactly what she needed. She felt with all her heart that God wanted her to trust Him.
Thank You for these verses, Father, and for Your mightiness and power and for Your faithfulness. You know my heart and how much I want to make things right. Please give me the words with Jeff and Mr. Taylor today. I want to run from this, God, but I know I cant. Help me to trust You. Please give me the needed strength and wisdom.
Bobbie did not end the prayer but continued to petition God silently all the way to work. She found Bill in his office and he greeted her warmly. Talking proudly about his new granddaughter for several minutes, he finally noticed that his employee had something on her mind.
Did you need something, Bobbie?
Yes, actually I do. Ive decided to take a few weeks off just as soon as you can spare me, and then Im going to look for work someplace else in town. Bill opened his mouth to object, but Bobbie rushed on.
It has nothing to do with you or the work here at the office, and I want to thank you for all youve done.
Bobbie, Bill finally cut in, looking a little thunderstruck, is there something I can do? I mean, your work here is excellent and if theres anything I can say to change your mind, just
No, but thank you. Bobbie stood, telling Bill that her mind was made up.
Is Jeff around? Bobbie asked with her hand on the door handle.
No, I asked him to run uptown.
Bobbie nodded. I guess I better get to work.
Bobbie left the inner office still praying, and she congratulated herself over not bursting into tears. She had only been at her desk a few minutes when Bill came out and asked her to take something to Rigg.
Bobbie complied, but she was disappointed since she wanted to see Jeff right away. The Lord reminded her then to trust Him, and Bobbie stopped herself from scanning the street in hopes of spotting him.
Im telling you, Dad, she wont be quitting.
Jeff, Bill said with extreme patience, she was just in here and told me herself.