08-12-2018, 08:35 PM
The gift rippled across calm waters, but the wake in its path was soothing. Jensen's hands removed from Natalie's arm once it was settled, and he looked her in the eye to share a smile. The connection blossomed between them, attentiveness to one another much like the serenity following a heartfelt prayer.
He'd say nothing as to the specifics of what was restored. As a pastor he often heard sins confessed, but only if they were offered. Never once did he ask the nature of the sin to be forgiven. Such was between the soul and God. He was only a man of faith, a professor of salvation. Healing was the same for him. He'd listen astutely to any story shared, but only the redemption mattered. The truth of hurts borne were between the soul and the pattern of nature. He was only a vessel.
He pat her on the hand before shifting away. The space between the three of them opened now the intimacy of the moment passed. Jay's plea constricted his heart. A child of fifteen was more child than woman. Jensen's oldest would be near eleven. But she was so far. His eyes fell low. Home.
The night Ascendancy was attacked, his life nearly torn apart and with it the world on the cusp of chaos, Jensen had a ticket to Dallas in hand. "Ascendancy said that?" He blinked surprise. He was actually going to go home.
He knelt to one knee, gripped Jay's hands in gratitude and smiled. "Thank you. Yes.. A thousand times yes. I'll go." He didn't know how Jay did it, but the permission was granted. Iowa first.
Then home.
He'd say nothing as to the specifics of what was restored. As a pastor he often heard sins confessed, but only if they were offered. Never once did he ask the nature of the sin to be forgiven. Such was between the soul and God. He was only a man of faith, a professor of salvation. Healing was the same for him. He'd listen astutely to any story shared, but only the redemption mattered. The truth of hurts borne were between the soul and the pattern of nature. He was only a vessel.
He pat her on the hand before shifting away. The space between the three of them opened now the intimacy of the moment passed. Jay's plea constricted his heart. A child of fifteen was more child than woman. Jensen's oldest would be near eleven. But she was so far. His eyes fell low. Home.
The night Ascendancy was attacked, his life nearly torn apart and with it the world on the cusp of chaos, Jensen had a ticket to Dallas in hand. "Ascendancy said that?" He blinked surprise. He was actually going to go home.
He knelt to one knee, gripped Jay's hands in gratitude and smiled. "Thank you. Yes.. A thousand times yes. I'll go." He didn't know how Jay did it, but the permission was granted. Iowa first.
Then home.