into you?”
She shrugged. “I just wanted to help get your day get off to a good start. Figured a cup of coffee and the paper couldn’t hurt.”
He sat down beside her, sipped the coffee, and smiled in appreciation. “Perfect, Meg.”
“Thanks.” She nodded slowly. “That’s what I wanted to tell you this morning. Whatever happens in your meeting today, I know things are going to be perfect. We want what God wants and we’re committed to Him. So I know things will work out.”
He looked at her, a question in his eyes.
She lowered her coffee cup and met his gaze. “Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I went into the baby’s room to sort of argue my case before God. And I realized that what I said yesterday about nothing being able to give Danielle up—well, I was being stubborn. So, before I finally went to sleep, I gave her to the Lord. He loves that baby even more than I do, and I know He wants what’s best for her. So whether she comes home to our house or someone else’s, I’m okay. I want what God wants, no matter what that is.”
Dave’s eyes burned with the clear, deep blue that burns in the heart of a flame, then he reached out and gently stroked her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, gratitude gleaming in his eyes.
His hand pulled her forward until they met forehead-to-forehead. “Father, we are Yours,” he prayed, his hand warm against the back of her neck. “Work Your will through us today, and we will give You the power, and honor, and glory for whatever comes. In the name of Jesus we ask these things.”
When Megan lifted her head, Dave’s eyes shone with confidence. She smiled, knowing that no matter what happened in the school board meeting, Mr. and Mrs. Dave Wingfield would be at peace.
Later that morning, Megan moved through her usual routines of attending patients, assisting Dr. Duncan, and helping Laurie at the desk. She functioned automatically, only half-thinking about her actions, while her brain wrestled with the idea of revoking her resignation. She had another week and half before her resignation at the clinic became final . . . but what if she’d made a terrible mistake?
If Dave lost his job, she certainly couldn’t afford to leave hers. Dr. Duncan would almost certainly love to keep her, but he had already begun to interview prospective veterinary technicians. In fact, if Laurie’s scribbled notation on the calendar could be trusted, Megan was fairly certain he had already had asked someone to report next week to begin training for her position.
Begging to keep her job at this late date would be unfair to Dr. Duncan and to whomever he planned to hire. So she couldn’t change her mind about leaving.
She bit her lip. If the news from today’s school board meeting was as bad as they feared, she could always apply at another veterinary office in town, though that would seem disloyal to Dr. Duncan. Or she could set aside her training and investigate a new line of work—pet sitting, dog walking, or perhaps pet grooming. She knew nothing about how to give fancy hair cuts to poodles and Malteses, but she could wash a dog as well as anyone. The world of dog shows had always interested her—she’d have to be trained, of course, but if she wormed her way into the circle of professional handlers who worked the dog show circuit, she could make a tidy sum working weekends and summers . . .
She shook those thoughts away. She wouldn’t worry. She would take one day at a time and wait to see what God would do. He was in control; He owned the entire situation. Surrendering her dreams and her child had been the most difficult act of her life, but she had done it. Now she couldn’t— wouldn’t —take those things back.
Her thoughts filtered back to the day when they had first learned there would be no biological babies. Dr. Comfort had stood in her kitchen and given her a promise: “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes, it is a tree of
She shrugged. “I just wanted to help get your day get off to a good start. Figured a cup of coffee and the paper couldn’t hurt.”
He sat down beside her, sipped the coffee, and smiled in appreciation. “Perfect, Meg.”
“Thanks.” She nodded slowly. “That’s what I wanted to tell you this morning. Whatever happens in your meeting today, I know things are going to be perfect. We want what God wants and we’re committed to Him. So I know things will work out.”
He looked at her, a question in his eyes.
She lowered her coffee cup and met his gaze. “Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I went into the baby’s room to sort of argue my case before God. And I realized that what I said yesterday about nothing being able to give Danielle up—well, I was being stubborn. So, before I finally went to sleep, I gave her to the Lord. He loves that baby even more than I do, and I know He wants what’s best for her. So whether she comes home to our house or someone else’s, I’m okay. I want what God wants, no matter what that is.”
Dave’s eyes burned with the clear, deep blue that burns in the heart of a flame, then he reached out and gently stroked her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, gratitude gleaming in his eyes.
His hand pulled her forward until they met forehead-to-forehead. “Father, we are Yours,” he prayed, his hand warm against the back of her neck. “Work Your will through us today, and we will give You the power, and honor, and glory for whatever comes. In the name of Jesus we ask these things.”
When Megan lifted her head, Dave’s eyes shone with confidence. She smiled, knowing that no matter what happened in the school board meeting, Mr. and Mrs. Dave Wingfield would be at peace.
Later that morning, Megan moved through her usual routines of attending patients, assisting Dr. Duncan, and helping Laurie at the desk. She functioned automatically, only half-thinking about her actions, while her brain wrestled with the idea of revoking her resignation. She had another week and half before her resignation at the clinic became final . . . but what if she’d made a terrible mistake?
If Dave lost his job, she certainly couldn’t afford to leave hers. Dr. Duncan would almost certainly love to keep her, but he had already begun to interview prospective veterinary technicians. In fact, if Laurie’s scribbled notation on the calendar could be trusted, Megan was fairly certain he had already had asked someone to report next week to begin training for her position.
Begging to keep her job at this late date would be unfair to Dr. Duncan and to whomever he planned to hire. So she couldn’t change her mind about leaving.
She bit her lip. If the news from today’s school board meeting was as bad as they feared, she could always apply at another veterinary office in town, though that would seem disloyal to Dr. Duncan. Or she could set aside her training and investigate a new line of work—pet sitting, dog walking, or perhaps pet grooming. She knew nothing about how to give fancy hair cuts to poodles and Malteses, but she could wash a dog as well as anyone. The world of dog shows had always interested her—she’d have to be trained, of course, but if she wormed her way into the circle of professional handlers who worked the dog show circuit, she could make a tidy sum working weekends and summers . . .
She shook those thoughts away. She wouldn’t worry. She would take one day at a time and wait to see what God would do. He was in control; He owned the entire situation. Surrendering her dreams and her child had been the most difficult act of her life, but she had done it. Now she couldn’t— wouldn’t —take those things back.
Her thoughts filtered back to the day when they had first learned there would be no biological babies. Dr. Comfort had stood in her kitchen and given her a promise: “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes, it is a tree of
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