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She closed the door, laid her keys on the table, and hit the message button as she slumped down into the cozy couch. Advertisement! Delete, she thought. Political ad! Delete that too.
“Hi, Jenny, it’s me. Give me a call. Need to discuss our gal’s night out. Call me!” She smiled.
“Hello, this is…from Catholic Social Services.”
Jenny froze. What did she say? All she heard was Catholic Social Services. Her mind went into auto pilot. She pressed the button again.
“This is Debbie Stone.” She played it again. “Call me at your convenience at…ext …”
She looked out the window and watched two children riding their bikes. She hit the message button again…then again. She wrote down the name and number and put it in her pocket. She couldn’t recall the evening, what she made for dinner, or what they discussed during the meal. It was all a blur.
She tossed and turned all night.
“You okay,” Jerry asked as he rubbed her back.
“I’m fine. Go to sleep.”
She wondered if this day would come. As a new Christian, Jenny knew she needed to come clean. She had kept the secret far too long. She hadn’t been ready, and wasn’t sure she was ready now. Jenny had the day off. Jerry and the kids had already left for work and school. The house was quiet. Too quiet… except for her pounding heart. She picked up the phone, then quickly set it down. She picked it up again. It started ringing, then set it down. Taking a mug of coffee, she sat outside on the patio. The warmth of the morning sun felt good on her body. In the quiet moment, she was reminded of the Lord’s presence and strength when afraid. Lord, thank you for bringing this verse to my mind. I pray for your strength and peace as I share with others – the truth of my past. I thank you that you will walk through this journey with me. Leaving the patio, she went to the phone.
“Hello, this is Debbie Stone.”
“Um…this…this is a Jenny Jacobs. You left a message….”
“Yes, thank you for calling. Your daughter has contacted our agency, requesting contact with you.”
Silence!
“Mrs. Jacobs…Mrs. Jacobs, are you there?”
“Yes…I’m still here. I-I-I need time. I’ve never told my family about my past.”
”Mrs. Jacobs, I understand. Please contact us when you are ready.”
“Thank you,” said Jenny. Both said good-by.
Throughout the day, Jenny mulled in her mind, how to approach the subject. She could be direct! Guess what, I have a daughter that wants to meet me! Isn’t that exciting? Later while putting dinner in the oven, she heard laughter in the garage. She paced back and forth. Here goes, as she smiled and greeted Jerry, her son Brandon and daughter Chloe. With a silent prayer and deep breath she began…
Isaiah 41:10 Word Count: 483
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