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lobby and spotted the guy I had refused the tip standing near a table. I hurried over to him.
    “Hey. I am looking for Emily. Do you know where she is?”
    He looked quizzically at me asked, “Do I know you? You look somewhat familiar, but I can’t place you.”
    “I delivered the pizzas the other day.”
    “Oh. You’re the one that refused the tip . . . well, Emily’s not available.”
    “What? Why? I just want to talk to her.”
    He shook his head and put his hand on my shoulder. “Emily’s not your type of girl.”
    I swatted his hand away and asked, “What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t even know me, Dude! I just want to see her!”
    “She just got done with the show. She’s busy getting changed and out of makeup.”
    “Is she busy, or is she not my type of girl?” I asked, trying to get past him.
    He stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “Look, kid. You’re obviously full of hormones, and she’s cute, so you think you want to pursue her, but it’s not going to happen.”
    I stopped trying to get by him and looked him in the eyes. “You’re a man of God?” I asked.
    He nodded.
    “So what if God wants me to be with her?” I asked.
    He narrowed his eyes at me, and suddenly the lights kicked on in the sanctuary. “Give it up, kid.” He turned and went to help hold the doors open for the crowd that was quickly approaching up the aisles.
    Shaking my head, I walked past him and weaved through the crowd to find my grandmother. Finding her coming out of the row we sat in, I gave her my arm to hold onto.
    “You don’t look happy,” she said.
    I shook my head and led her out to the parking lot. As we walked across the fresh coat of snow that fell while we were inside, my eyes were drawn to the street light near where we parked.
    “Each snowflake is unique, you know that?” my grandma asked.
    Nodding in reply, I looked away from the street light and searched for my keys in my pocket. “You know they all start out the same up in the clouds, though, right?” I asked, pulling the keys out.
    “True, but it’s the journey that shapes them into what they become.”
    I laughed. “Guess God helps that, huh?”
    “You’re the one who came up with that,” she said, smiling.
    I stopped and looked at her. “I didn’t get to see her, Grandma.” My lips tightened together.
    “I know.”
    “Then what are you trying to do? You know I’m upset right now. Why are you trying to tell me about snowflakes?”
    She grabbed onto my arms and looked me in the eye. “God can help us on this journey we call life, Kyle. He can help mold our lives if we let Him.”
    “I thought you were just letting me figure it out on my own and not trying to intervene.”
    She released her hold and grabbed for the passenger side door.
    “What?” I asked.
    She shooed me away as she opened it. “You’re right. I’m trying to keep out of it. Go ahead.”
    “You’re mad at me?” I asked. Pointing back toward the church, I continued, “I just tried to see that girl and got shut down by some dude that’s supposed to be a Christian . It’s experiences with men and women like that that turn people like me off to church! How on earth is anyone supposed to feel welcomed when they get treated like garbage? He told me she wasn’t my type of girl!”
    “Okay, Kyle.”
    I helped her into the car as I could tell she wasn’t going to divulge. After she sat in her seat, she looked up at me and her lips opened partially, but then closed.
    “What?”
    She shook her head.
    “Come on! Just tell me, Grandma!”
    She looked back at the church and then at me. “God loves perfectly. People . . . they’ll always come up short.”
    Squinting at her, I shook my head and shut her door. Getting in the car, I looked over at her said, “People love like crazy. I see it all the time.”
    “That doesn’t make them perfect.”
    “True . . .”
    She placed her hand on mine and said, “Only God is perfect, Kyle. No matter where you go