Mollie McKinsey lay in her bed, awake. It was so peaceful in the pre-dawn stillness of the morning. So delightful to daydream.
She lay there thinking about the week-end...remembering, smiling to herself the way all young women do when they are in love.
Mollie knew the alarm would soon go off and the day would begin. But she could not stop thinking about him. The things he had said, the things he had done. His name. Oh, she loved his name. She closed her eyes and softly said it aloud and felt the thrill of truelove as his name glided over her lips on a whispered breath.
The alarm sounded and jolted her out of her dreamy state. She startled at the sound of it, arose, selected her clothes for the day and then headed for the shower.
Once dressed, she went to the kitchen to make coffee and toast before heading for the office. As she passed through the living room, she saw the book he wanted her to read and felt her heart skip a beat. She went to the table where it lay and let her fingers glide across it as though it were a priceless treasure. She had not read it yet, but was eager to...just because it was from him.
It was so amazing how love could make one feel. How it could change one from the inside out. How it could make her desire what her lover desired and feel as though her will had melted into his.
The traffic was awful on the way to work. It always was. But this morning she simply popped in a CD and sang along with it. She relished the extra time the bumper to bumper traffic afforded her to think about "him". To think about love. To sing.
She arrived at the office twenty minutes late because of the traffic. Her boss strode over to her desk and sharply reprimanded Mollie for her tardiness. He stood there with a frightful scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest as if waiting for a fearful young employee to offer an excuse.
She had none to offer. Contrary to the bosses' anticipation of a fearful, timid girl reacting to his scolding, Mollie stood peaceful and composed as she looked directly into his eyes, smiled and apologized. Simple and pure.
The smile was totally infectious as was the composure. Her boss uncrossed his arms and sputtered something about the traffic getting worse and worse as he went back to his office.
She sat down at her desk and was beginning to sift through a stack of mail when she noticed Ann and Laurie staring at her.
Laurie spoke first "You met somebody, didn't you?" she teased. "Tell me the truth now, girlfriend. It's all over your face!"
Mollie didn't speak. She just nodded yes, with that intriguing smile curling up the edges of her mouth as she continued to sift through the day's mail.
"I knew it!", Laurie exclaimed. "Come on, tell us about him", she begged. "Did you go to that new club on seventh & Hines? The one I was telling you about? They have some of the hottest guys there I have ever seen!"
Ann was watching her closely. Not speaking yet. Just watching. Laurie was going on and on about the men she had dated and how many times she had fallen in and out of love and how she could spot a new budding romance a mile away...when Ann interrupted.
"Did you enjoy the service?" she asked Mollie.
"Service?", Laurie asked. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you when you went forward, Mollie. I knew you would be in the prayer room for a while and I had to go."
Now Laurie appeared to be totally mystified as her eyes darted back and forth from Ann to Mollie.
"Will somebody please clue me in?", she demanded.
Mollie looked at her with that permanent smile still etched on her face and said, "Church". Ann invited me to her church Sunday and I went."
"Ohhhh", Laurie said, "And that's where you met him, is it Mol? Don't lie to me...I know you're in love!"
Mollie shot a knowing glance at Ann and they both suppressed a laugh.
"Sort of", Mollie answered. And she reached up and fingered the silver cross on the chain around her neck and thought about her Saviour, her Jesus, the lover of her soul and her soon coming Bridegroom.
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