Well, it's finally another one...it's short...oh well!
Left, right, left, right. One foot in front of the other was Joe's only subconscience thought. He wasn't sure where he was going. He wasn't even aware of the friendly "hellos" as he passed people by. When he didn't answer, some gave him odd looks, while others, who knew who he was, shook their heads sadly.
He had gone into Frank's room, why, he could not remember, and saw a picture on the bedside table. It was Frank, himself, and a few friends standing on a bluff over looking a lake. Someone had asked a question like, "If you knew you were going to die in a few days, what would you do?"
They all had their different answers, though they all pretty much agreed that they'd spend more time with their family. Staring at the picture, Joe remembered those words and realized that Frank had been doing just that for the past few days. Though it was impossible for Frank to have known what was going to happen, it was still a freaky thought.
Joe walked straight out of the house, continuing to remind himself that Frank wasn't dead. Wandering aimlessly, he turned his path towards the church. Without really acknowledging it, Joe opened the door and walked into the sanctuary. He sat in a seat a few rows from the back, and thought.
Sanctuaries are aptly named, for they are indeed safe havens from the outside world. They're quiet and peaceful, a place to come to God without any distractions. And though you can feel close to God anywhere, a sanctuary can seem a bit more natural.
With a tired sigh, Joe leaned forward resting his head on the chair in front of him. Lazy thoughts drifted around in his head, slowly turning into a meandering prayer. Footsteps quietly approached, but Joe paid them no heed. A hand was placed on his shoulder, jerking him out of his reverie.
"Oh," he said. "Hey, Mr. Williams."
The old man smiled. "Hello, Joe. How are you doing?"
Joe shrugged. "Okay."
A moment of silence followed.
"I'm not doing good at all." Joe's resigned statement made the kindly pastor turn.
"Oh? Would you like to tell me about it?"
Joe nodded. "I keep on thinking he's going to die. I know of plenty of stories about people surviving comas, but I keep on thinking that he's going to die. I'm even having dreams. I can't think of positive things!"
Pastor Williams nodded, quiet. Then he spoke, "Have you gone to God yet?"
"What?"
"Have you gone to God about it?"
Joe fidgeted uncomfortably. "Not exactly."
"Well, you ought to. It is your choice whether or not to do so, but it will give you peace knowing that God will take care of everything. Remember this, Frank is in the Father's hands. He has always been there."
Joe looked down. "I know. It's just so hard to remember."
"It is hard. Especially when one is unsure of God's will. Like now."
"But, how do I find out what God's will is?"
"I'm not sure you can actually find out what it is now. However, you can follow Jesus' example, and let God's will be done. Though it is not always what we want, it is always for a greater purpose. His will is always for the best."
"I know…it's just hard…." Joe's voice trailed off.
"Yes. But you can do it with God's help."
Joe nodded and whispered, "Okay."
The blonde got up and exited the building, leaving the elderly man in his thoughts and prayers.
As Joe headed home, he said this simple yet difficult prayer, "God, let Your will be done."
okay, we're nearing the end. quick poll-is Frank going to die? please, tell me your thoughts.-Jimmy