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Marcail was looking uncomfortable all over again as they walked out the front door. But Alex so wanted to be with her that he ignored her look, took a big breath, and asked if he could see her home.
twelve
Marcails mouth was dry and her palms were wet. She felt like some type of small prey that was being stalked by a larger animal. She told herself she had no one to blame but herself, as she realized her looking at Dr. Montgomery had given him the wrong impression.
Why dont I just rescind that question, Miss Donovan, since Ive obviously upset you?
Marcails heart broke just a little at the dejected tone in his voice and the look of resignation on his face, but she felt she had to be honest.
Im sorry. Marcails voice was soft, and Alex saw very real regret behind her fear.
Dont be, he assured her. Its nice to know right up front that my suit would not be acceptable. He mustered up a gentle smile intended to ease her guilt and went on his way. Marcail stood still until he rounded the house to retrieve his horse and watched as he started toward home.
Alex stretched his stocking feet out in front of him and relaxed back in one of the kitchen chairs. The supper hed just eaten had been filling enough, but he was feeling a bit empty inside. His Bible lay on the table. He reached for it, but didnt open it.
I thought she might be the one, Lord, he said out loud in the quiet house. I cant push in where Im not wanted, and not until she apologized did I realize how badly I wanted her to want me. I dont know why I feel this way, Father, but I somehow think that she needs me . . . that we need each other.
Alex believed that his was the God of all comfort, but the truth was he hurt right then in a way that hed never hurt before. Losing Linette had given new meaning to the word loneliness, and his hurt over her loss had been very real. But this was different. This was rejection.
Alex opened his Bible to the book of Genesis. It always comforted him to read the account of creation and to marvel again at the perfect, orderly way God had constructed the world. When Alex read in chapter 2, verse 18, that man should not be alone, he stopped to pray.
With a heart honestly seeking to be the man God would have him be, Alex committed his thoughts of Marcail to the Lord. He lay his own desires at the feet of a holy God and prayed that God in His timing and will would provide someone special to share his life. At the moment the only face Alex could see was Marcails, but he trusted that God could change his heart and turn this fresh pain into glory for Himself.