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Oh, Charlie, Seans voice was breathless, I thought my life was over, and then you came forward and rescued me. Then I thought I would have to live forever with an unsaved wife, but God brought you to Himself, and now this. My darling Charlie, I cant tell you how Ive dreamed of our going to see my family, and then going to Hawaii to work with Father.
I know, Charlie whispered softly. Did you think we could live together as husband and wife without me learning to read your thoughts?
This caused Sean to laugh deeply, and he wrapped his arms fiercely around her. They prayed together, surrounded by each others embrace. It was a prayer of surrender for the future, near and far. They both fell quickly asleep, their hearts filled with prayers that God would be glorified in their lives.
The next morning they made their way to the bank. In the space of a few minutes, their hearts at peace, they told Witt they were willing to talk about the sale of the livery.
forty-six
Youre really leaving, arent you?
Charlie nodded and bravely fought the tears that threatened. She knew Sadie had wanted to tell her she couldnt go anywhere, but the fact was, they were leaving in two days and the time for facing reality was at hand.
What about the baby, Charlie? Should you be traveling when youre so far along?
The doctor says Im in great shape, and were taking the train for most of the journey.
Youve changed, Charlie. Sadie sounded almost despondent. Im not saying its a bad change; its just that I dont understand it.
Charlie couldnt bear the dejected look on Sadies face. Gently grasping her aunts arm, she led her to the sofa in Sadies small parlor.
In the minutes that followed, Charlie learned a great deal about her aunts knowledge of the Bible. She hadnt realized that her late Uncle Harry had read the Bible regularly.
Your Uncle Harry was a good man, Charlie. He deserved Gods love.
And you dont think you do? Charlie asked softly.
Sadie let out a small sigh. Im nearing 60, honey.
Youre only 56, Charlie replied, wondering why Sadie believed her age mattered.
Yes, but Ive lived those 56 years for myself, and I dont really think God would be interested in me now.
I dont believe that, Sadie. Charlie spoke with quiet conviction.
I know you dont. You believe that everyone is redeemablebut I just dont know.
The conversation continued on in this vein for nearly two hours, and even though Sadie listened intently to all Charlie shared, Charlie could see that she was not convinced.
When it came time for Charlie to leave, however, she did not go under a cloud of depression. She believed that God really would save her aunt in His time.