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I didnt even believe He existed for a long time.
That sin and all others were covered on the cross where He was crucified. Again Sean waited and prayed.
Do you really think He loves me?
Absolutely.
Charlie gave a small nod, as though confirming in her mind what she must do. Sean helped her with the words, and in a soft, confident voice she prayed, telling God of her sins and confessing her belief in His Son.
Charlie finally knew peace as she fell yet again into exhausted slumber, this time in her husbands arms. Sean, very mindful of starting Charlies tears again, held his own until she was asleep.
I would have waited years, Lord, Sean cried in the dark. But Youve given me another of Your miracles. For this, I thank You.
Sean followed his wife into slumber a few minutes later, but not before he pictured himself and Charlie in the Hawaiian Islands, living and working with the island people he loved so well.
thirty-eight
Charlies face was puffy in the morning, but the smile she gave her husband when he kissed her awake was beautiful. They were up a little earlier than usual, and Sean answered many questions about the Bible as they readied for work.
Over breakfast the questions continued, and then Sean knew he had to mention Hartley. He prayed that with her newfound faith, Charlie would turn to God with her fears.
Charlie, I need to tell you some things.
The seriousness in his tone immediately arrested her attention, and even though alarmed, Charlie listened.
Its true that we didnt see Hartley yesterday, but we did set up another meeting time at a different place.
How could you have done that?
I left him a note.
When do you meet?
Tomorrow night.
Is Duncan going with you?
Not this time; for the plan to be successful both he and Witt are needed here in town.
Youre going out alone? Charlies voice was strained.
Yes. It has to be that way. Sean reached across the table and claimed Charlies hand. Would you like me to explain whats going on?
Sean could see that it took an effort on her part, but she nodded. He explained the situation calmly, and Charlies mouth dropped open in surprise.
Whose idea was this?
Mine. After working with Hartley, I have a pretty fair idea of the way he thinks. Sean shrugged and then became serious. Now, long before dark tomorrow night, Im going to deliver you to Loras or Sadies: The choice is yours. But after I take you there you must not leave.
Oh, Sean. Charlie looked as helpless as she felt, but Sean was relentless.
There will be no discussion on this, Charlie. You cant go with me, and you cant follow me. His look was very stern, and Charlie knew he was right. She would probably get in the way and get them both killed.
Now, where do you want to go?