Linda walked over to the window with her husband. She looked down and saw Isaiah and Tanya. She put her hand on Eric’s shoulder and said, “The grass isn’t always greener, baby. Isaiah has his own problems. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
Eric turned back to his wife. “What are you talking about?”
“Just what I said, your brother has problems and so does that sister of yours. Dee Dee thinks she has everyone fooled by hanging all over Drake; but mark my words, that marriage is in trouble.”
“They look happy enough. A whole lot happier than we have been these last few years,” Eric said as he stepped away from the window.
“Well they’re not happy,” Linda declared. “I know you all think I’m just a drunken outsider, but I see things.”
CHAPTER 7
Isaiah lay in bed facing the wall. His eyes were open, but he was dreaming none the less. In his mind’s eye, Isaiah saw himself standing behind the pulpit, delivering his first sermon as senior pastor. He told his congregation about the love of God and His ability to forgive sins, and the people responded.
When Isaiah finished his sermon, he stood behind the pulpit and witnessed hundreds of people run toward the altar. As each person jumped out of his or her seat and ran toward the altar, their faces reflected the lifting of burdens as they cried tears of regret and then joy.
Isaiah pulled the covers back, got out of bed and fell on his knees. He prayed, “God, was that a vision from You? Will those people still give their lives to You even if I don’t take the senior pastor position?”
Isaiah waited for a response from the Lord, but no response came. He stayed on the floor, whispering prayers to the Lord. Tanya was still sleep so Isaiah tried to be as quiet as possible, but he needed God’s direction. “Help me, Lord. I don’t want to go against Your will, but I need to hear clearly that this is what you want for my life and not just what I want.”
Tanya stirred. She lifted her head and looked around. When her eyes spotted Isaiah, she laid her head back on her pillow. “How long have you been up?” She asked.
Isaiah had asked Tanya countless times not to interrupt him while he prayed unless it was an emergency. But Tanya interrupted him whenever she felt like it anyway. He got off his knees and got back in bed. “I’ve been up for a little while.”
She yawned and stretched. “What’s wrong? Why are you up so early?”
Should he tell her? Would she understand his need to do God’s will? When they were engaged Tanya acted as if she wanted nothing more than to do the will of God herself. But once they were married and Tanya had given birth to Erin, things changed. She began to fight him about church attendance and anything that had to do with faith in God. Two years ago she finally told him that if he became pastor of a church, she would leave him. “I just needed to talk with God about a few things,” he said.
Tanya touched Isaiah’s arm as she asked, “Is this about that job at the church?”
She said ‘job’ as if Isaiah had applied to become a janitor in an elementary school. Isaiah said, “No. This is about my ministry and where God wants me.”
Tanya scooted closer to Isaiah. She had on a white silk gown with spaghetti straps that clung to her. “I don’t want to fight with you, Isaiah. I thought we were going to enjoy ourselves this week and not talk about that job.”
“I know we agreed to that. But God just showed me a vision of things to come in my ministry.”
Tanya put her finger against Isaiah’s mouth. “Let’s talk about it later. I think I’d rather talk about this baby you want us to have.”
Isaiah’s eyes lit up. They’d been married seven years and so far Tanya had not gotten pregnant again. The first time was a fluke. She’d gotten pregnant on their honeymoon when they weren’t even trying. Now that they had been trying to have a baby for the last four years, nothing was happening. Isaiah had asked Tanya to see a doctor with him to determine if either of them had developed a problem that was now making them infertile, but she wouldn’t do it. “You want me to make the doctor’s appointment for us?”
“No,” she said, snuggling up to him. “I think we can handle this on our own.”
“Oh,” he said, right before the vision from God slipped from his mind.
***
Joel had a prayer room in each house he owned. All the children knew that Joel could be found in his prayer room every morning before breakfast and every night before he went to bed. It was an unspoken rule that no one could disturb Joel while he was in this room. So Shawn stood outside of his father’s prayer room waiting for him to open the door. But when Joel finally opened the door, Shawn couldn’t bring himself to tell his father what was on his mind.
“Hey Son, have you been waiting out here long?” Joel asked as he came out of the prayer room.
“Naw, Dad. I’ve only been out here a few minutes,” Shawn said as he put his hands in his pockets.
“You ready for breakfast?”
Shawn wanted to ask his father to go back into his prayer room and pray for him. Right now he desperately needed prayer. He was so confused that he just didn’t know what to do. But when he opened his mouth he simply said, “Yeah, I’m kind of hungry.”
Joel laughed as they walked toward the dining room. “I remember how you used to hang out in front of my prayer room when you were a child. You used to wait for me so we could go in to breakfast together. I miss those days.”
“I did that a lot, didn’t I?”
“If I remember correctly you only walked me into the breakfast room when you wanted to tell on one of your brothers or sisters. So, who did something this time?” Joel asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Shawn stopped walking and lowered his head.
“What’s wrong, Son?” Joel asked when Shawn stopped walking with him.
Shawn lifted his head and looked at his father with sorrow-filled eyes as he said, “I need to tell on myself this time, Dad. But I’m too much of a coward to rat on myself.”
Joel pulled his son into an embrace. Shawn’s arms went around his dad. When they pulled apart, Joel said, “Whatever it is, Son, your family is here for you.”
“Give me a little time, Dad. I thought I could tell you this morning, but I just can’t talk about it.”
Joel put his hand on Shawn’s shoulder and squeezed. “I’m here when you’re ready, Son.”
“Thanks, Dad. I appreciate that. Let’s just go eat for now. Okay?”
After breakfast the entire family spent time together in the media and game room. They watched several of Joel’s old movies. Lunch was brought to them in the media room, then they played pool, monopoly and table tennis. So far Elaine had beaten everyone at table tennis. Shawn was her last victim and he was giving her a hard way to go.
Shawn slammed down the ping pong ball on Elaine’s side so hard that she couldn’t knock it back over to him. “Now what, little sis? You think you’re bad. I told you, girl, you are up against a real athlete now,” Shawn kept selling his wolf tickets.
“I’m not afraid of you, Shawn. This is not the football field and you are going down,” Elaine told him.
“That’s right sis, you get him,” Isaiah said as he walked over to the table.
“Oh, no you don’t. Shawn, wipe the table with her,” Dee Dee said as she joined them.
Eric was sitting with his family, watching his dad’s last movie when his brothers and sisters started their usual competitive ways. He laughed as he got up and walked over to them. “Looks like I’m going to have to referee this match to make sure everything is on the up and up.”
“Yeah, come on over, Eric. Elaine is going to need to cry on her big brother’s shoulder when this game is over,” Shawn said.
Game was set for the score of seven. So far Shawn had six points and Elaine four. The ball traveled back and forth between the two. A lot of trash talk went back and forth and then...Elaine scored. She turned to Isaiah and said, “You must be praying for me.”
“I ce
rtainly am. I don’t want this bully to brag about beating a girl,” Isaiah told her.
“Don’t you worry,” Shawn said. “When I’m done whupping on her, I’ll gladly take you on, big brother. Then I’ll be able to say I can beat men and women.”
Tanya came over and stood next to Isaiah. She told him, “Keep praying, honey. I want Elaine to smash that ball in Shawn’s face.”
Shawn looked over at Tanya with a scowl on his face. But just as he turned his head away from the table, Elaine hit the ball in his direction. By the time he turned back, he missed the ball and the point went to Elaine.
“The game is now six to six. The next point will determine the winner,” Eric announced.
Dee Dee shoved Shawn. “Watch the table, boy. What are you doing?”
“Yeah, watched the table, boy,” Elaine taunted.
“Oh I’m watching, so bring it on,” Shawn said as he hunched over, positioning himself to hit the ball.
They volleyed back and forth; neither willing to relent. Then Joel walked back into the room with a handsome young man at his side.
“Hey Elaine, look who came all the way to the Bahamas to see you,” Joel said, clearly happy to see this new visitor.
Elaine hit the ball back to Shawn, looked up and then dropped her paddle just as Shawn hit the ball back to her. “John! What are you doing here?” she exclaimed.
He pulled her letter out of his jacket pocket and said, “I came to talk to you about this.”
Shawn jumped in the air when Elaine missed the last ball. He yelled, “I won, I won, I won!”
But Elaine no longer cared about winning a ping pong game. She was too busy thinking about how much she had lost in life as she walked toward the man she so desperately wanted to have and hold.
***
They walked on the beach, hand in hand. At times, Elaine rested her head on John’s chest and put her arms around him. Elaine kept hugging him and loving on him because she knew that this would be her last moment of normal with the man she was in love with.
“I don’t get it, Elaine. Why would you send a letter breaking off our engagement when you’re still in love with me?”
She sat down in the sand and gazed out at the ocean. “Isn’t this beach lovely? I’ve always enjoyed it here. The water is so clear you can see right to the bottom.”
John sat down next to Elaine. He turned her face toward him so he could look into her eyes as he asked, “Why do you keep changing the subject? I need to know what’s going on.”
Elaine put her hand on John’s cheek. There were tears in her eyes as she said, “Let’s not talk about that until later. Can we just enjoy what we have right now?”
“I don’t understand why you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“I will. I promise. Just give me today,” Elaine asked.
John wiped the tears from her face and gently kissed her. “Okay, hon, we’ll do it your way.”
CHAPTER 8
The next morning the family gathered in the foyer for a day of sightseeing. Dee Dee noticed that Elaine, John and Joel weren’t with them. She asked, “Didn’t John spend the night in the guest room last night?”
“Yeah, Dad made him cancel his hotel reservation,” Shawn confirmed.
“Well, then why didn’t Elaine tell him we were going sightseeing today? And where are Elaine and Dad?”
“They’re all in Dad’s prayer room. I saw them go in there when I came downstairs,” Linda said.
Dee Dee nudged Drake. “Now do you agree with me? Elaine is up to something. Acting like she was surprised to see John. Give me a break.”
“You are quite paranoid. Are you on medication for that?” Eric asked.
“Laugh if you want, but I’m not about to stand around here and watch Little Miss Buttercup pray her way into my inheritance. I’m going to see what they’re doing.”
“Why don’t we just wait until they’re done and then we can all leave together?” Dee Dee was aggravating him, but Drake was trying not to let it show.
“I will not! I’m going to that prayer room.”
“Don’t interrupt Dad in his prayer room, Dee Dee,” Shawn said.
“Shut up, Shawn. Just because you spent your childhood lurking around Daddy’s prayer room, afraid to go in, doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” She walked out of the foyer ignoring the protests of her husband and brothers. Heading down the hallway she kept mumbling, “I’m not going to let Elaine’s slick fiancé steal what belongs to me.” She knocked on the door. When no one responded, Dee Dee knocked again and then said, “Daddy, it’s me. Open the door.”
By the time Joel opened the door, Drake and Isaiah were standing at the door trying to get Dee Dee to come with them. But she refused to budge.
Joel had tears in his eyes as he said, “Can you all give us a few more minutes?”
“Why are you crying, Daddy?” Dee Dee asked with her hand on the doorknob, refusing to allow Joel to close the door.
Joel took Dee Dee’s hand off the doorknob. “Why don’t you all go on with your sightseeing and when you get back, we can have dinner together?”
“Is everything okay, Dad?” Isaiah asked with concern in his voice.
“We’ll talk about it this evening, Son.” With that, Joel closed the door and locked it.
Dee Dee turned to Isaiah. “What do you suppose that’s all about?”
Isaiah grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the prayer room. Drake followed behind them. “I don’t know, but I think we should do exactly what Dad asked us to do.”
Dee Dee rolled her eyes, but kept walking. When they were back in the foyer with everyone else, Eric asked Dee Dee, “So did you satisfy your curiosity?”
“Absolutely not. Daddy wouldn’t tell me a thing.”
Drake told Eric, “Your father did ask that we all go sightseeing without them. They want us to join them for dinner tonight.”
“Is Joel not feeling well?” Tanya asked.
“He was certainly crying, so something has to be wrong,” Dee Dee said and then stepped away from the group. “You all can go. I’m staying here until I find out exactly what’s going on.”
“Why was Dad crying?” Shawn asked.
“We don’t know, but I think he wants some time alone with Elaine and John. So, let’s just go,” Isaiah said.
Shaking her head, Dee Dee told the group, “If he wanted to be alone with Elaine and John he shouldn’t have invited all of us here. This just isn’t fair.”
Eyes rolling heavenward, Linda exclaimed, “You are such a drama queen.!”
In a huff, Dee Dee turned toward Linda. “This is none of your business, so you can just go get a drink and let me talk to my family.”
Drake raised his hands to ward off anymore back and forth comments. “Look, we all decided to go sightseeing today, so let’s just do it. All right?”
Dee Dee let out a loud huff, but went along with the group.
***
Inside the prayer room Joel felt as if his heart was breaking into irreparable pieces. Elaine had asked him and John to sit down so she could talk to them. He thought she was going to tell them that she didn’t want a big wedding, that she couldn’t deal with spending all that money on gowns, flowers and caterers. Joel was prepared to hear his kindhearted daughter say that she wanted to have the pastor marry her at home, so that he could donate the wedding money to a worthy cause. But Elaine didn’t say that.
She stood before her father and fiancé with her hands clasped in front of her. Elaine hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, turned to her father and said, “John came here this week because he wants to know why I called off our wedding.”
Joel looked confused as he turned from Elaine to John and then back to Elaine. “Called off the wedding? What happened? What’s wrong?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to find out,” John said.
Elaine looked from her father to John. There was compassion in her eyes. “I’m sorry if it seems inconsiderate of
me to tell you this at the same time.” Her voice broke as fresh tears trickled down her face. “But I didn’t want to go through this twice.”
John stood up and wrapped his arm around Elaine. “What is it, honey? Why are you so upset?”
Elaine laid her head on John’s shoulder and cried. They clung to one another until Joel stood up. “You’re scaring me, Elaine. I need to know what’s going on.”
Elaine pulled away from John and wiped the tears from her face. She pointed at the seats Joel and John had exited. “Can you please sit back down?”
“Just go ahead and tell us, Buttercup. It can’t be that bad,” Joel said.
Another tear rolled down Elaine’s cheek, she wiped it away. “I’d rather that you and John sit down. Okay, Dad?”
Joel and John sat down. Elaine didn’t hesitate this time, she opened her mouth and said, “I hadn’t been feeling well for a little while, so I went to the doctor and after he ran several tests, he discovered that I have…” she took a deep breath and finished, “ovarian cancer.”
Joel stood, but his wobbly legs wouldn’t hold him so he fell back in his seat. “No, that’s not possible!” He stood back up and rushed to Elaine’s side. “What doctor said this to you?” Joel asked as if he was going to confront the man and make him change his diagnosis immediately.
“Dr. Perrin.”
“Is he the only doctor you’ve seen?” John asked in a calm, but concerned voice.
She nodded.
“Well then, you need a second opinion. Let’s pray; then I’m going to call a doctor in the States and get you back there immediately,” Joel told her.
“Thank you, Father. I know this is a tough thing for you to go through, especially after losing your other children all those years ago. I apologize for not getting to the doctor sooner.”
“Hush with that, Buttercup. We’re going to get you to a specialist and get this thing taken care of. You’ve got many years left to live,” Joel said with confidence.
“I hope you’re right, but if I don’t make it, I need to ask you to do something for me.” She held up a hand as both John and her father tried to object. “Just hear me out.” She hesitated for a moment, but then carried on. “I know that you are supposed to be telling us about changes to your will this weekend. I just wanted to ask you to start a foundation for missionaries with my portion.”
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