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On the other hand, her real struggle was much harder to define. It was a mix of knowing how right Sean looked with a Bible in his hand, and less so with a hammer, and also knowing that if they so chose, they could leave Visalia whenever they wanted. Charlie was well aware of the fact that Sean, after all these weeks, had never mentioned the surprising announcement made on Independence Day. This told her one thinghe was waiting for her to bring it up. But as much as Charlie wanted to talk about it, she was scared. It would be some weeks before she understood that God was waiting to take care of that fear.
Charlie, now six months along in her pregnancy, stood rubbing her back. The dishes were put away, and Sean had already retired to the living room to read the paper. With her free hand, Charlie felt the very distinct swelling in the front of her skirt. She was not very big, but the baby moved constantly, telling her there was indeed a little person growing inside.
Charlie looked at the doorway of the living room and still she hesitated. It was time to talk with Sean. She was still a little afraid of the future, but it was time to bring her fears to her husband. God had shown her many places in Scripture that assured her of His love and control, and Charlie found comfort in these verses. But God had also given her a husband, a man who loved God and wanted His will. It was time she talked to him about those fears.
Sean smiled as Charlie took a place on the couch beside him. Reaching for her hand, Sean studied her face in the lantern light. The pregnancy was making her tired, but she was far and away the most beautiful woman in the world to him.
Quite often when they sat together in the evening, Sean would lean over her swollen tummy and talk to their baby. But tonight he perceived that Charlie needed all of his attention.
Anything I can do? It was Seans standard line when he sensed that Charlie needed to talk, and as he had hoped, it did the trick.
Im being a baby, Charlie admitted softly.
About what?
About our moving away.
Sean didnt reply to this, and after a silent moment Charlie continued.
Youre a good blacksmith, Sean, one of the best Ive seen, and Ive seen a few. But something hasnt been right from the very beginning, and it took my coming to Christ to understand what that something is. You look better with a Bible in your hand.