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snoring heavily beside her, his arm draped over her waist like a restraint.
If she had trouble sleeping when she was by herself, it was worse when Mark spent the night. He snored like a bear. And he always put an arm over her waist or threw a leg over her thighs. He slept so heavily his body felt like a dead man and she got trapped in whatever position she was in when he fell asleep. If she tried to pry herself loose, it would partially awaken him and make him hold on tighter.
She stared at the ceiling. Would he stop snoring if she kicked him?
If she had any hope of getting some sleep tonight, she had to escape. She rolled over and over until she reached the end of his arm. He tightened his grasp, but she rolled out of his reach and onto the floor. He reached for her and mumbled something, then turned over without waking up.
She slipped into the living room and turned the television on. If she was lucky, she would find a good movie to drown out her thoughts. One of her favorites was on HBO. She watched Sleepless in Seattle until she fell asleep on the couch.
Chapter Seven
S hara stretched lazily in the bed. Since midterm exams were over, she had Friday off.
âGood morning, Daddy God.â She could feel Godâs presence in her bedroom. She felt so close to Him first thing in the morning. It was so still and quiet, it was easy to feel Him and hear Him.
She started talking to God as if He were physically sitting in the room with her. She talked to Him about her kids, especially Tangee, and prayed for each one of them; that He would take care of them, save them, and make happen whatever needed to happen in their lives for them to reach their destiny. She prayed the church would continue to grow and meet the needs of the community. She prayed she would continue to grow and become all that He made her to be.
Her mind drifted to Keeva. She thought of the panicked look on her face in the library. She thought of the emptiness in her eyes when she talked about her career plans during dinner. She didnât quite know how to pray for her. On the one hand, Keeva seemed to have it all together. Beneath the surface though, she seemed like she was going to crack at any moment.
Shara found herself praying, God, please help Keeva. She needs to know You. She needs a sense of direction she can only find in You. Bring her to a place of relationship and intimacy with You. Show her who You really are and how much You love her. Change her life. Cause her to live the life You planned for her when You created her. Give her that sense of purpose she needs to make life worth living. In Jesusâ name.
Sharaâs thoughts drifted back to Tangee. She didnât know why, but she sensed something was wrong. She prayed for a while, but still didnât get any peace. Sheâd make sure everything was okay when she saw Tangee later at track practice.
When Shara was growing up, she thought of prayer in terms of what her father did in the pulpit on Sunday. Until she met Mother Hobbs, she never realized prayer was simply talking to God. She remembered one of the first times they prayed together. They had just finished having some deep biblical discussion at the kitchen table and Mother Hobbs asked Shara to pray before they went to sleep that night.
Shara, of course, knew she knew how to pray. Her father taught her. Halfway through her recitation, Mother Hobbs stopped her. âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm praying.â
âWell, why are you talking to God like that?â
âLike what?â
âLike Heâs the King of England or something with all those theeâs and thouâsâlike Heâs far away sitting on a big, golden throne and staring down at you with a rod of iron in His hand.â
Shara wrinkled her nose. That was sort of how she saw God. âHow am I supposed to pray, then?â
âHoney, God is not impressed with big words or catchy phrases. He doesnât want to hear
If she had trouble sleeping when she was by herself, it was worse when Mark spent the night. He snored like a bear. And he always put an arm over her waist or threw a leg over her thighs. He slept so heavily his body felt like a dead man and she got trapped in whatever position she was in when he fell asleep. If she tried to pry herself loose, it would partially awaken him and make him hold on tighter.
She stared at the ceiling. Would he stop snoring if she kicked him?
If she had any hope of getting some sleep tonight, she had to escape. She rolled over and over until she reached the end of his arm. He tightened his grasp, but she rolled out of his reach and onto the floor. He reached for her and mumbled something, then turned over without waking up.
She slipped into the living room and turned the television on. If she was lucky, she would find a good movie to drown out her thoughts. One of her favorites was on HBO. She watched Sleepless in Seattle until she fell asleep on the couch.
Chapter Seven
S hara stretched lazily in the bed. Since midterm exams were over, she had Friday off.
âGood morning, Daddy God.â She could feel Godâs presence in her bedroom. She felt so close to Him first thing in the morning. It was so still and quiet, it was easy to feel Him and hear Him.
She started talking to God as if He were physically sitting in the room with her. She talked to Him about her kids, especially Tangee, and prayed for each one of them; that He would take care of them, save them, and make happen whatever needed to happen in their lives for them to reach their destiny. She prayed the church would continue to grow and meet the needs of the community. She prayed she would continue to grow and become all that He made her to be.
Her mind drifted to Keeva. She thought of the panicked look on her face in the library. She thought of the emptiness in her eyes when she talked about her career plans during dinner. She didnât quite know how to pray for her. On the one hand, Keeva seemed to have it all together. Beneath the surface though, she seemed like she was going to crack at any moment.
Shara found herself praying, God, please help Keeva. She needs to know You. She needs a sense of direction she can only find in You. Bring her to a place of relationship and intimacy with You. Show her who You really are and how much You love her. Change her life. Cause her to live the life You planned for her when You created her. Give her that sense of purpose she needs to make life worth living. In Jesusâ name.
Sharaâs thoughts drifted back to Tangee. She didnât know why, but she sensed something was wrong. She prayed for a while, but still didnât get any peace. Sheâd make sure everything was okay when she saw Tangee later at track practice.
When Shara was growing up, she thought of prayer in terms of what her father did in the pulpit on Sunday. Until she met Mother Hobbs, she never realized prayer was simply talking to God. She remembered one of the first times they prayed together. They had just finished having some deep biblical discussion at the kitchen table and Mother Hobbs asked Shara to pray before they went to sleep that night.
Shara, of course, knew she knew how to pray. Her father taught her. Halfway through her recitation, Mother Hobbs stopped her. âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm praying.â
âWell, why are you talking to God like that?â
âLike what?â
âLike Heâs the King of England or something with all those theeâs and thouâsâlike Heâs far away sitting on a big, golden throne and staring down at you with a rod of iron in His hand.â
Shara wrinkled her nose. That was sort of how she saw God. âHow am I supposed to pray, then?â
âHoney, God is not impressed with big words or catchy phrases. He doesnât want to hear