Chapter 2
That night Timothy knelt by his bed and prayed a new kind of prayer. "Dear Lord I don't understand these feelings. Are they caused by the marriage of Dr Mike? Am I feeling angry and jealous? Or am I just lonely and in need of a friend? God please help me to understand my emotions so as to better serve you… and if they are occurring to lead me to a new road, Lord help me to do your will. Amen." As he slipped into bed a calming peace came over him like a gentle breeze. The Reverend was just as confused as he was before but now he felt at ease. Whatever was coming, he just needed to keep his heart open. God's will be done.
-3 months later-
"Reverend! Reverend! Wake up!" Timothy was yanked awake from a lovely dream he'd been having about being back home, with his family. "Reverend I need your help!" It was Michaela and she was visibly upset. Timothy jumped out of bed and tried to sort out the jumble of her words. Her father's friend, Walter, in Wyoming, he was very sick, Sully was away and she needed someone to go with her, might be good to have a priest nearby. Timothy quickly agreed to go and sent her to wait in the wagon. He hastily pack a bag, wondering if this was the adventure he had felt impending. It wasn't going to be easy though, traveling with Dr Mike. He still felt a little quiver in his heart whenever she was near him. Divine help was needed, so dropping to his knees he sent up a prayer of supplication and then ran out to join the doctor in the wagon.