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By Scarlett Farr
11/09/10
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Julie stretched under the covers as she luxuriated among her down filled pillows and flannel sheets. A smile supplanted her usual glum expression as she remembered last night, remembered him. He was like no other man she had known. She had never seen him at the bar before but it was as if he had known her forever. When she gazed into his captivating brown eyes the melancholy of her life was forgotten. The way he lightly kissed the top of her head when they said goodnight was so tender. As they parted, he took her phone and added his number to her contact list. A guy hadn’t volunteered his phone number in ages.

As she lingered over breakfast, Julie kept replaying the evening in her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. Impulsively she picked up her phone and texted, “Last night was wonderful. Let’s do it again.” She hit send before good sense took over and dashed her hopes he would respond.

A few seconds later Julie’s phone chirped. Her heart fluttered as she read, “It was a great night wasn’t it. Looking forward to tomorrow at 11:00.”

Julie was stunned – he wanted to see her again. This time it just had to work out for her. She couldn’t bear more heartbreak. She always fell way too hard, only to find out the guy wasn’t interested in the longterm, or that he was married. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she find someone to love her forever?

Julie headed out for her Saturday morning errands but was distracted by the memory of last night. Emboldened by the success of her last text, she dug in her purse and texted again, “I can’t get last night off my mind. Can we meet for coffee today?”

The phone chirped a few moments later, “How about Muggy’s at 2:30?”

Julie was on the interstate heading to the coffee shop at a snail’s pace. A fenderbender ahead had slowed traffic to a crawl. She picked up the phone and pressed “call”. After a few rings the call went to voicemail, “Hi, if I missed your call it means Donna and I are out enjoying the day. Leave a message.”

Julie felt a familiar nausea rising up in her throat. As she crept along the interstate, nausea morphed into rage. “Not this time,” she pounded the steering wheel. “I will not be some married guy’s plaything again.” Julie took the exit toward Muggy’s. She would keep their date and he would think twice before he toyed with the next girl’s emotions.”

She looked around the coffee shop but the only people she recognized were her childhood pastor and his wife. She hadn’t seen them in years and hoped they wouldn’t recognize her. She took a booth a few seats away. She waited ten minutes and then redialed, fuming that he had stood her up. As she waited for the call to pick up she heard another phone in the coffee shop ringing. As she watched the pastor answer his phone, her call picked up. “Where are you?” she demanded.

“I’m at the coffee shop.”

There were only four customers in the coffee shop – her, the pastor and his wife and an elderly woman. “No you aren’t. I’m in the coffee shop. The only man in here is a pastor.” As she glanced toward the pastor, she saw that he was still on his phone, waving at her.

“That’s just great,” she muttered, “he recognized me”. She spoke tersely into the phone, “I don’t know what kind of sick game you’re playing, but…” she broke off as the pastor, still on his phone, walked over with his wife and they sat down across from her.

“Hi Julie, it’s nice to see you again,” the pastor said, his voice coming through Julie’s phone.

Julie looked at her phone and then from the pastor to his wife, “What…?” she stammered, “How…?”

The pastor’s wife, Donna, reached for Julie’s hand, “Occasionally we get urgent texts like yours to meet. At first we thought you were one of our congregants texting about the revival but soon realized He had given you our number.”

“What is going on, why did he give me your number?” Julie was confused. “You know him?”

“Well, we haven’t met Him in person yet, but we certainly know who He is,” the pastor reassured. “He sent us to help you get to know Him too. Let’s order some coffee and chat awhile, dear.”

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