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“Micah! That’s not how He works. He always listens to our prayers, both great and small. You’re no less worthy of prayer than anyone else in creation.”
“Thanks for reminding me of that.”
Faith grinned and reached for his script. “Let’s dig in to this script so you can rehearse with Lorelei. Time’s a wasting.”
He mockingly saluted her. “Yes, Ma’am.”
With Faith and Lorelei’s help, Micah had aced the commercial, which was scheduled to air during the Super Bowl in one of the prime commercial spots. The client had hinted at using him and Lorelei for a sequel to the initial ad. It had been a proud moment for Micah.
Although things had been going great between him and Faith, Micah couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t heard from her in a few days. He’d left several messages on her phone and texted her a few times, but he hadn’t heard back from her, even though it was now the weekend and she wasn’t working.
He had spoken to his mother about it this morning and taken advice from her.
“Micah, you should find her and see what’s going on. Maybe something happened at work. Or perhaps she’s sick. Don’t assume the worst.”
“But why wouldn’t she just tell me that?”
“For a dozen or more reasons. You have to give people the benefit of the doubt before you start thinking all doom and gloom. The two of you are in a relatively new relationship. These things happen.”
Strangely he sometimes felt as if he’d known Faith for a lifetime. But his mother was right. He pressed a kiss against his mother’s temple and said, “Thanks for always being here and having my back. You always make me feel better about everything.”
“I’m your mom. That’s what I’m supposed to do. Now if I could only take my own advice for my marriage.”
Micah felt a slight sense of alarm. He prayed his parents weren’t moving toward divorce. Seeing them enduring a separation had already been very emotional for the entire family.
“Is something going on? Other than the separation?”
A hint of a smile played around her lips. “Well, don’t rush to tell everyone, but we’ve been going out on a few dates here and there. Nothing major, but it’s been fun. Movie dates. Walks on the beach. Dinners.”
“That’s great, Mom,” Micah said as a feeling of joy spread through him. The thought of his parents reconciling felt like manna from heaven. It was what he and his siblings wanted more than anything. And he knew they still loved each other despite their problems.
“So far it’s all good. We still have our issues, but we’re slowly moving back in each other’s orbit.”
“Do you mind my asking about those issues? You and Pops have been really quiet about the specifics.”
Penelope let out a sigh. “Your father and I were slowly drifting apart. We discovered that each of us viewed our future quite differently. I want to travel and spend more time with my grandbabies, while your father dreams of expanding the Silver Spoon and spending almost every waking hour there.” She made a tutting sound and shook her head. “That’s not living. Not after all these years. We’ve earned the right to enjoy your golden years.” She winked at her son. “Not that I’m ready to sit in my rocking chair just yet.”
He chuckled. “I understand what you’re saying, Mom. And I don’t blame you for wanting to stop and smell the roses. You’ve earned that right. I’ve been praying for you guys.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. We’ll take all the prayers we can get. Now hurry up and go see about Faith. I like that girl!”
After hearing his mother’s sage advice, Micah decided to drive over to her house to check on her. When he drove up to her home, Micah couldn’t help but stand in the front yard and grin at the structure. It reminded him of Faith. It was a light blue color with cheery pink shutters. It was modest in size, yet full of personality. Flower boxes graced all of the front windows—a cornucopia of colors were on full display. Micah walked toward the door and rang the bell.
A few moments later Faith opened the door dressed in a beautiful floral sundress. Her expression was one of surprise as she laid eyes on him. “Micah! What are you doing here?”
“I was worried about you. It’s been a few days since we’ve spoken. It’s like you disappeared on me.”
A sheepish expression crept over her face. She waved him inside. “Come in. I owe you an apology and an explanation.”
Micah stepped into Faith’s home and immediately felt a sense of being in a good space. Faith’s influences were all around him. Photos of her parents and her as a child graced the mantelpiece. Beautiful framed pictures hung on the walls. A floral bouquet sat on her kitchen table. The place was comforting and cozy.
“I just made some lemon bars and iced tea. Let’s have a seat,” Faith said, gesturing toward the kitchen table. As Micah sat down Faith grabbed the pitcher of iced tea and the plate of lemon bars. She poured the ice tea into two glasses and sat down.
She let out a sigh. “It’s been a tough week.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, biting into a lemon bar. “I wish I could have helped.”
“It was the anniversary of my parents’ death. It brought back a lot of emotions and a world of pain.” She sipped from her glass. “And guilt.”
