Kyle put his hand up.“I’m with you.”
And he was trying to do so.By listening to God.Following God’s leading.Following God’s promptings.Taking time to be still each day so he could know God and hear His voice.There were so many other voices out there that he needed to tune his ear in to the One whose voice mattered most.
His Heavenly Father.
The door opened and Jerrold walked out.“Okay, Dr.Rivas, they are ready for you now.”
“You’ve got this,” Kyle murmured.
“God’s got this.”She pushed her shoulders out and smiled.
His heart contracted, as he watched her enter the room.What a contrast to six months ago when she’d owned a quiet confidence, but it had been edged with worry and constrained by stress.Now her confidence might still have its shaky moments, but when reminded of who she was, Whose she was, Gen retained a peace that he was starting to envy.For a woman who had been saved only a few months, she was spurring him on to deeper faith.
He smiled to himself, put his elbows on his knees.Maybe that was what God wanted.Not just two people who believed the same, but who were equally yoked in running after God, and wanting Him to lead them.
He’d seen that with the other guys in the Northwest Ice group.Mike and Bree Vaughan shared a passion for the Philippines mission organization Mission Possible for Future Generations.Mike was a spokesman for the group while Bree worked behind the scenes.Together they worked hard to shine a light on this organization that helped impoverished children in the Philippines.
Franklin and Hannah James also had a shared interest in helping others, especially those women affected by domestic violence and online bullying.Zac Parotti and his wife Ainsley also supported initiatives to help stop the trafficking of women and children, both here in North America and further afield.Ainsley had even given up her lucrative Hallmark career to produce and star in movies that helped shine a light on that issue.
They were all making a difference, working with purpose as partners together, spurring others on to love and good works.
Which is what he wanted to do.With Gen.And maybe it was too early to suggest such a thing now, but one day, way down the track when he was retired and she was tired of working in hospitals stateside, maybe they could look at working together in a mission organization somewhere.Mission groups always needed doctors, didn’t they?And while he possessed zero medical skills, he could help finance things, and use his muscles somehow.
A faint whistling sound drew his attention to the air conditioner.Man, this interview was taking a while.He prayed for Gen, then prayed for the board members to have soft hearts that God could direct with favor toward Gen.
His phone buzzed a message.Ryan.
Any news?
Happening as we speak.
Praying.
Ryan sent an emoji of praying hands.
Thanks.
God bless Ryan and the others for stepping up and helping spur Kyle on to deeper faith.For encouraging him to lean on God and not his own efforts.For encouraging him to listen to that still, small voice, and not just run ahead.
Lord, be with Gen, give her peace, and wisdom, and bring vindication for her.
It still amazed him—and Jerrold—how the hospital committee had held out on a decision for so long.It felt crazy that it had taken until now before all parties could finally have a face-to-face meeting.
He wondered whether the recent announcement on Seattle’s NHL team social media from Doc Cheloff had made any impact.Then prayed for Coach Aitken, who was off getting a skin graft after his cancer was found to be a stage 3 malignant melanoma.Praise God that Gen had been sitting where she had, and had the courage to speak up.
But that’s what people had to do in this world.Pay attention and speak up when they noticed injustice or when things were wrong.
Lord, be with Gen, give her Your peace and help her have clarity to say what really needs to be said.
He prayed a little longer, until a stirring came from within, and he straightened.Then the door opened, and a stream of people poured out.Suited, some wore glasses, some held briefcases, all looked serious, no joking among them.He nodded to those who bothered to glance at him, met a few curious looks in response.
So where was Gen?What had happened?He stood, peering inside the door that was ajar.
“Kyle.”
He jumped at Jerrold’s voice.“Whoa.Where did you come from?How did it go?Where is she?”
Jerrold’s poker face revealed no clue.“She needs to tell you herself.”
