doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, that if he was such a good God then he wouldn’t do this or that, so go ahead and be god, you do it, you make it all right.” She shook her head, tears falling. “You can’t,” she whispered. “You were not designed to be God. Only He is. But He will not force you to obedience.”
He stared at her, looking heartbroken. “So he just stands by and watches us fall?”
She swiped her tears. “He stands by and waits for you to return to Him. Like you are now. It’s just you and Him. Those He gave to take care of you? You’re parents? They failed. They failed Him when they failed you. But you’re a man now. Keeper of your own heart and mind. You can change your destiny.”
It was like she spoke the most impossible paradox. “How?”
She went to him and took his hands. “Let Him love you.”
He closed his eyes with an anything but that reaction.
“You have to. He can’t change your destiny until you let him change you.”
“Change me?” The impossibility further confounded him.
“He can. But you have to open yourself to it. The way you opened yourself to me.”
Hope filled her at seeing those words find purchase inside him, something he could make sense of. He understood letting her in, he understood her love changing him. Then came the gasp of could it be that simple?
Sarah nodded. “That’s all it takes.” She kept her voice soothing and soft. “It’s not complicated even though it feels like it is. I promise. It’s not. And I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”
At those words, Micah crushed her in his embrace, pressing his face to hers. “I can do anything if you’re with me. God, I need you.”
“He knew that sweetie. That’s why He sent you to me.”
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, hugging her tighter. “He did?” He sobbed the shocked and broken words in her ear like he wanted so desperately to believe they were true.
“Yes,” she cried back. “ He did. I know this with all my heart. With everything I am. You are my purpose. He had a plan to help you all along, but the timing had to be right.”
He set her before him, tears streaming , the desperate need for this to be true crimping his handsome face. “How do you know Sarah?”
“Because when I’m with you, Micah… I feel him here,” she pounded her fist to her chest, “telling me… this daughter. This is what you’re here for. To help my son. ”
Micah stole her breath with his hungry kiss, holding her face tight in his hands, crying in her mouth. “For me?”
She choked out a sob and nodded, clutching him tight to her. “Just for you!”
Sarah felt his legs give out and she lowered to her knees with him, holding him. Holding him while he sobbed like a baby in her arms.
Chapter Five
Micah didn’t understand a lot of things, but the enigma of Sarah was one mystery he knew he’d never unravel. He’d just stare at it, be baffled and in awe. Clueless and overjoyed. She’d insisted he lay down and rest while she waited on him hand and foot. He complied mostly because she was right. If he was going to protect her, he needed to get as well as he could. It was their third day in the Heaven Shack as he’d come to call it.
“Smells good,” he whispered, reaching for the bowl of vegetable soup she’d made for him with the left over cat.
She moved the bowl out of his reach, sitting next to him. She got off to feeding him. And getting her off got him off, so it was a win-win. He just hated how stupid he felt.
She’d found a little garden out the back door and after much begging, he let her pick from it while he watched with the shot gun , and now he’d get to taste her culinary talents, fully prepared to flat out lie.
He tasted the bite she filled his mouth with. “ Mmmm.”
She eyed him, skeptical.
“Not lying. Promise.” And he wasn’t.
She smiled like she’d won some amazing award and presented him another spoonful. He took it, his eyes lowering to