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Authors: Paula Wiseman
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eyes up to the ceiling and swallowed hard before continuing. “You have never been married, have never been cheated on. You don’t know what you’re talking about, Joel. How dare you ... How dare you suggest that this boy ... that he’s just like you, or just like Shannon ...”
“ Bobbi, don’t take this out on Joel.” Chuck crossed the room to stand in between them, and nodded toward the doorway. “Son, why don’t you go on up to bed.”
“ Mom ... I never ...” Joel’s eyes darted between his parents as he lingered for a moment. “I love both of you, you know,” he said, then shuffled out of the kitchen.
“ I’m the one you’re upset with,” Chuck said.
“ Upset doesn’t begin to describe it,” Bobbi said, jerking the dishwasher door closed. “You haven’t given me the slightest consideration in this.”
“ That’s not true.”
“ It is! You’ve backed me in a corner and you’re forcing this on me.”
“ I am trying to face my responsibilities and undo the damage I did to another innocent person.”
“ At what cost? Your marriage?”
He stood straight, his fist clenched tightly.
“ Why are you getting defensive? You’re completely right, and I’m completely wrong.”
“ Bobbi, I never said that!” He took a long slow breath, his lips moving as he did. Was he counting? Reciting a Bible verse maybe? “Honey, that little boy shouldn’t have to pay for what I did.” He spoke calmly, his voice softer. “The way he was conceived is not his fault. He deserves a dad.”
How could he? He knew what she went through. How could he put this boy ahead of his own family’s best interests? What was he thinking? Was he thinking, period?
“ We have to be able to discuss this,” Chuck said.
“ There’s nothing to discuss. Neither one of us is changing our minds, so unless we have some divine intervention, you may as well go on to bed, Chuck.”
“ Are you coming?”
“ No.”
“ I love you.”
“ I’m sure you believe that.” It came out sharper, more sarcastic than she meant, but she was tired of fighting him and everyone else he lined up against her.
“ With all my heart,” he said, and then shuffled toward the stairs.
Finally, he quit arguing. If it’s not Ishmael, then what is the solution to all this? Bobbi sighed deeply. She put the empty pretzel bag in the trash, checked the back door and turned out the kitchen light.
Was she overreacting? Was it wrong to protest Chuck trying to wedge that woman’s son into her family? She went to the study, pulled her Bible from the desk and collapsed on the love seat. She revisited Psalm 142, which became her heart’s cry in the aftermath of Chuck’s affair. She needed something like that now. Her eyes drifted to the next psalm.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
Give ear to my supplications!
In Your faithfulness answer me,
And in Your righteousness ...
For the enemy has persecuted my soul;
He has crushed my life to the ground ...
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me ...
Cause me to hear Your loving kindness in the morning,
For in You do I trust;
Cause me to know the way in which I should walk,
For I lift up my soul to You.
Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies;
In You I take shelter.
Teach me to do Your will,
For You are my God;
Your Spirit is good.
Lead me in the land of uprightness.
Revive me, O Lord, for Your name’s sake!
For Your righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.
In Your mercy cut off my enemies,
And destroy all those who afflict my soul;
For I am Your servant.
“ I don’t necessarily want her destroyed,” Bobbi muttered. “I just want her to go away.” She read the psalm again. So what’s he really asking for? She pulled her notebook out of the back of her Bible and began listing David’s requests. He wants God to hear him, not abandon him, deliverance, show me what to do, teach me.
She shifted in her chair to get more light on the page. “Cause me to hear Your
“ Bobbi, don’t take this out on Joel.” Chuck crossed the room to stand in between them, and nodded toward the doorway. “Son, why don’t you go on up to bed.”
“ Mom ... I never ...” Joel’s eyes darted between his parents as he lingered for a moment. “I love both of you, you know,” he said, then shuffled out of the kitchen.
“ I’m the one you’re upset with,” Chuck said.
“ Upset doesn’t begin to describe it,” Bobbi said, jerking the dishwasher door closed. “You haven’t given me the slightest consideration in this.”
“ That’s not true.”
“ It is! You’ve backed me in a corner and you’re forcing this on me.”
“ I am trying to face my responsibilities and undo the damage I did to another innocent person.”
“ At what cost? Your marriage?”
He stood straight, his fist clenched tightly.
“ Why are you getting defensive? You’re completely right, and I’m completely wrong.”
“ Bobbi, I never said that!” He took a long slow breath, his lips moving as he did. Was he counting? Reciting a Bible verse maybe? “Honey, that little boy shouldn’t have to pay for what I did.” He spoke calmly, his voice softer. “The way he was conceived is not his fault. He deserves a dad.”
How could he? He knew what she went through. How could he put this boy ahead of his own family’s best interests? What was he thinking? Was he thinking, period?
“ We have to be able to discuss this,” Chuck said.
“ There’s nothing to discuss. Neither one of us is changing our minds, so unless we have some divine intervention, you may as well go on to bed, Chuck.”
“ Are you coming?”
“ No.”
“ I love you.”
“ I’m sure you believe that.” It came out sharper, more sarcastic than she meant, but she was tired of fighting him and everyone else he lined up against her.
“ With all my heart,” he said, and then shuffled toward the stairs.
Finally, he quit arguing. If it’s not Ishmael, then what is the solution to all this? Bobbi sighed deeply. She put the empty pretzel bag in the trash, checked the back door and turned out the kitchen light.
Was she overreacting? Was it wrong to protest Chuck trying to wedge that woman’s son into her family? She went to the study, pulled her Bible from the desk and collapsed on the love seat. She revisited Psalm 142, which became her heart’s cry in the aftermath of Chuck’s affair. She needed something like that now. Her eyes drifted to the next psalm.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
Give ear to my supplications!
In Your faithfulness answer me,
And in Your righteousness ...
For the enemy has persecuted my soul;
He has crushed my life to the ground ...
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me ...
Cause me to hear Your loving kindness in the morning,
For in You do I trust;
Cause me to know the way in which I should walk,
For I lift up my soul to You.
Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies;
In You I take shelter.
Teach me to do Your will,
For You are my God;
Your Spirit is good.
Lead me in the land of uprightness.
Revive me, O Lord, for Your name’s sake!
For Your righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.
In Your mercy cut off my enemies,
And destroy all those who afflict my soul;
For I am Your servant.
“ I don’t necessarily want her destroyed,” Bobbi muttered. “I just want her to go away.” She read the psalm again. So what’s he really asking for? She pulled her notebook out of the back of her Bible and began listing David’s requests. He wants God to hear him, not abandon him, deliverance, show me what to do, teach me.
She shifted in her chair to get more light on the page. “Cause me to hear Your
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