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By Linda Miller
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The conversation had started out innocent enough. “Jonathan, are you doing anything this afternoon,” she had asked her husband. Jonathan smiled absentmindedly as he scanned the newspaper before him, “Why do you ask, dear?” Meg loved it when he called her that. They were newlyweds, married only two months.
Meg said matter-of-factly, “I need you to come with me this afternoon to a meeting. Pastor Harrison asked us to bring our husbands and you are the only one I have,” she said grinning. “It is very important or I wouldn’t ask you, Jonathan,” she added when she saw he wasn’t grinning back at her.
Jonathan put down his newspaper. “Meg, I have a meeting this afternoon with Mr. Shelby. He is my best client. Even though this is Saturday, I gave him my word that I would be there. So I will have to decline.”
Meg knew that he worked hard, but this was Saturday after all. Her anger aroused, she stamped her foot. “If you think so little of me, Jonathan Berger, then go ahead and go to your stupid meeting. I haven’t asked much of you, but when I do, I would think you would put my wishes above those of your work. And furthermore, I am sick and tired of always being put on the back burner of your life.” She got up from the kitchen table and huffed into the other room.
Jonathan wondered why Meg was getting so upset. I am just making a living, trying to be a good provider and a good husband, he thought to himself. I know she wants me at that meeting but what can I do? He bowed his head and asked the Lord for wisdom.
In the meantime, Meg had fled to their bedroom. She would show him. She yanked the closet door open and rummaged in the back until she spotted the new luggage they received for a wedding present. She picked out the smallest suitcase and threw it on the bed. She grabbed a couple handfuls of clothes and threw them into the suitcase. I’ll not stay another minute in a house where I’m not appreciated she fumed.
Meg came back to the present with a start. She had walked out on her husband. She couldn’t believe the hasty decision she had made, but sure enough, here she stood with suitcase in hand. The fact that they lived in the country had not entered her mind. Down the country lane she had stomped. Now reality was setting in and she realized that she didn’t have the faintest idea where to go.
She thought again to Pastor Harrisons’ meeting this afternoon. She believed it was important. He had asked her to bring Jonathan that afternoon so he could tell him he had been voted onto the Church Board. They wanted to surprise him with the news. He had asked Meg for help. Fine help she was, standing here a mile away from the house with a suitcase in her hand.
Indecisively, she stood and wondered what her next step should be. She heard a familiar sound and turned around to find Jonathan a few steps behind her whistling. “I was wondering how long it would take you to stop running,” he said gently. Jonathan closed the gap between them quickly and took his wife in his arms. She stood stiffly for a moment or two, then dropped the suitcase and threw her arms around him. “Oh Jonathan, what are you going to do with me? I am a first class fool for sure,” she cried.
He murmured, “No you’re not. I called Mr. Shelby and asked if he could meet me later in the day. I explained that my wife needed me and I needed to be with her this afternoon. The Lord helped me to know where my priorities should be.” They kissed passionately and Meg hugged him all the more. “Honey, let’s go home,” she said happily. The meeting was supposed to start in an hour and she had some unpacking to do.
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