CHAPTER 2
It's been so strong for so long
All I can do is hold on
And take you by surprise
When you make it home to my eyes
-Tony Lucca, "Honestly for You"
Alison sighed and shifted uncomfortably in the chapel's wooden front pew.
"I guess You already know what's been happening to me, God," she began uneasily, "so I won't waste Your time repeating it."
She sighed again, rubbing her light blue eyes in frustration.
"You know, I know You have a plan for everything, but could You just give me a little hint here? I'm so confused. I just don't know what to do!"
Alison raised her hands in exasperation and quietly began to sob. The hot tears burned her fair eyes, causing their lids to swell.
"Oh, I've got to stop feeling so sorry for myself," she muttered, rubbing her now tear-stained eyes with her fingertips. "No one can help me now, not even You."
Alison paused a moment to collect herself before continuing.
"I just thought that maybe... Maybe You could send me some sort of sign or something, You know? Maybe You could just point me in the right direction so that I could help myself."
A short, bitter laugh escaped her.
"I guess I was wrong."
She leaned forward, threading her tiny fingers through her long, blonde hair.
"I was so wrong."
The sobs returned. This time, she choked on them loudly. There was no one there to hear her, no one there to help, or so she thought...
Alison never even noticed the church doors open or the lone figure that strode up beside her. She didn't notice anything until she felt the lightest touch on her shoulder and the soothing wave it sent through her entire being.
Although the touch comforted her, it also startled her. She hadn't seen anyone else when she arrived, and now someone was definitely there. But who?
"Oh, my God!" she gasped when she finally saw the visitor's face.
She bolted upright and caught the surprised man's mouth with a firm, passionate kiss.
Wrapping her arms tightly around the new arrival, Alison murmured, "Thank you, God... Thank you, God..."
It's been so strong for so long
All I can do is hold on
And take you by surprise
When you make it home to my eyes
-Tony Lucca, "Honestly for You"
Alison sighed and shifted uncomfortably in the chapel's wooden front pew.
"I guess You already know what's been happening to me, God," she began uneasily, "so I won't waste Your time repeating it."
She sighed again, rubbing her light blue eyes in frustration.
"You know, I know You have a plan for everything, but could You just give me a little hint here? I'm so confused. I just don't know what to do!"
Alison raised her hands in exasperation and quietly began to sob. The hot tears burned her fair eyes, causing their lids to swell.
"Oh, I've got to stop feeling so sorry for myself," she muttered, rubbing her now tear-stained eyes with her fingertips. "No one can help me now, not even You."
Alison paused a moment to collect herself before continuing.
"I just thought that maybe... Maybe You could send me some sort of sign or something, You know? Maybe You could just point me in the right direction so that I could help myself."
A short, bitter laugh escaped her.
"I guess I was wrong."
She leaned forward, threading her tiny fingers through her long, blonde hair.
"I was so wrong."
The sobs returned. This time, she choked on them loudly. There was no one there to hear her, no one there to help, or so she thought...
Alison never even noticed the church doors open or the lone figure that strode up beside her. She didn't notice anything until she felt the lightest touch on her shoulder and the soothing wave it sent through her entire being.
Although the touch comforted her, it also startled her. She hadn't seen anyone else when she arrived, and now someone was definitely there. But who?
"Oh, my God!" she gasped when she finally saw the visitor's face.
She bolted upright and caught the surprised man's mouth with a firm, passionate kiss.
Wrapping her arms tightly around the new arrival, Alison murmured, "Thank you, God... Thank you, God..."