From the car, Sandy watched her husband, Tom walk back to the car, his eyes squinting slightly under the intense sun, one thing that had come with the years. His gait still had the confidence it had twenty-three years back when they had first met, only that the years had added a certain degree of maturity to it.
Talking about years, they had fared well so far, that is, except for one thing.
She watched him as he opened the driver’s door, and then turned her eyes away as he settled into the seat.
For a moment, she imagined she was weightless, and was floating on this blue sky above, and maybe there would not be many questions for God to answer, as He would be with her, answering them anyway.
Tom sighed loudly as he turned started the ignition, and then turned to her with undiluted love in his eyes.
“Let’s go have a drink first.”
Sandy had provocative questions but... they would go have a drink first.
Six minutes later, they turned into Mr. Biggs.
Tom ordered for 17:59 and broiled chicken thigh while Sandy went for Mixed Fruits and Crackers.
As they ate, Sandy finally fired her question… two actually.
“How was he? Did you like him?”
“Oh my God... when I laid my eyes on him, I had this feeling… how do I describe it? It was so out of this world… as if I have found a long lost treasure.’
Sandy smiled mirthlessly inwardly; she had never seen Tom talk so animatedly on this topic.
“…I felt lifted.” Tom rounded off, “You’re going to like him. I know that.”
The missionaries did not allow many people into the Home as it made the Home unsafe, so they agreed Tom would be the one to check up on their soon-to-be new baby boy. She had no doubt that she would like him. A beggar would make do with the best alternative.
Late at night as they lay beside each other, Tom remarked,
“You haven’t talked much today.”
“I can’t believe we’re ending up adopting. I had always thought God would answer our prayers and give us our own son. I can’t believe He gives sons to those who throw them away and won’t give even spare one for the people that really serve Him and have faith in Him. ”
“Now you’re talking like the Pharisee guy in the bible that thought he was better than the tax collector.”
‘There’s no way I can take the blame on this one. I feel rightly justified. I’ve been a practicing
Christian since I was eight and I don’t really see what I did to deserve this treatment from God. My friends that slept around with guys in our college days all have children now while me who kept me till marriage have nothing to show for my chastity.”
Tom took a deep sigh and wrapped his arms around the woman he loved.
“You see, there are many questions we do not know the answers, but best believe we’re like babies in the eyes of our God. What the adult sees when sitting down, we cannot see even if we climb on a chair.”
“I’m afraid I do not see any special thing worth seeing here,” Sandy said, stifling the sobs that were fast rising to her throat.
“I don’t know what God has exactly on His mind, but I want to believe we’re like babies in His eyes.”
“If I had a baby, I would love him, Tom.”
“That is exactly my point. God loves us. He sees we need to grow. No matter what we think, our faith’s still at infancy. Maybe God is putting us through all this so that the day we learn to accept that he does the very best things for us and surrender completely to His will, then we’re there.”
Tom went on, convincing himself as well as his wife.
“Take for instance; we have a baby. It needs chocolate. We know chocolate’s good for it when it is older and can brush his teeth or her teeth, whichever; but we know right now what it needs is milk from its mother so it can grow to that point when it would have healthy gums for the chocolate! Therefore, the milk comes before the chocolate. You get?”
“So the chocolate would still come?” Sandy asked, hope lighting up her sad eyes.
“It will…if we still need it.”
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