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“Twelve years.” She whirled back toward the Rib Shack. “Twelve years I waited for you, and I get ‘I found the right ring but not the right girl’?”
“I don’t think anyone who freely gives her heart is a fool.”
You know how you can hold on to something so tight … you’re so close you can’t even really see what you’re clinging to anymore?” Yes, he knew. “Then you finally let go, only to see your hands are all rope burned and the pot of gold at the end of your rainbow turned out to be a pile of candy wrappers glinting in the sun.”
You let him figure the outcome. We make our plans, but God directs our steps.”
“I don’t always need to be rescued,” she said, out of the blue, out of her heart. His smile challenged the waiting-room shadows. “Would it be bad if you did?”
“Sometimes it does a chap’s heart good to rescue a beautiful woman. Makes him remember why God rescued him.”
This is what freedom from fear did—opened up a girl’s heart.
“It’s amazing what we can see when we take the time to look.”
Then someone—God—gave her a new book. One with creamy blank pages waiting for a new story to be told.
“Lord, here we are, Nate and me. One hundred percent available. We don’t know what’s ahead, but you do. Whatever it is, we’ll love it because you love us. And you are good.”
Listening to her tale, Nathaniel decided he loved how Susanna found the silver thread in every story. How she saw the silver thread in him.
she had to trust God, believing in the largeness, yet abandoning the outcome to him.
And who says a girl has to marry the first prince she finds anyway?” “Every fairy tale I read.” Avery curled into her. “Then it’s a good thing I stopped reading fairy tales.”
That’s what bitter people did. Pointed the finger and blamed others. Obfuscation was a way of hiding from their own shortcomings and wounds.
God was like that, wasn’t he? Dreaming big dreams for those he loved.
