Happily Ever After

by Jenn Faulk

~David~

  He closed the door behind him and exhaled deeply.

  Cammie Evans.

  Well, Camille now. And while Cammie Evans had been the star of every teenage dream he’d ever had with her sophisticated and classy seventeen year old style, he was quite certain that twenty-seven year old Camille was even more interesting.

  She looked amazing. All these years later, and she still looked so amazing. And what was more, her attendance here this week suggested that she’d gone onto the mission field like she’d said she intended to do, all those years after youth camp.

  This made her even more interesting.

  He threw down his key and began kicking off his shoes. Even as he smiled, thinking of Camille and the way she’d looked him over with admiring surprise, he glanced at his watch and calculated the time. Middle of the night in Namibia. Oh, well.

  Piet picked up on the third ring. “Neeeeee, man...”

  “Goeie more to you, too, Piet,” David answered. “Though it’s not morning here.”

  “I was still asleep,” he mumbled.

  “Has Kait not called already and given you a long list of chores?” he said, thinking of the bossy American, standing there in Piet’s cottage, her arms crossed over her chest, her red hair pinned up, even her frown demanding as she said well, there are things to be done, you know.

  Piet was in love with her. David couldn’t figure out why.

  “She’s not,” Piet yawned. “She’s been helping my mother get things ready for a new arrival.”

  “New arrival?” David asked. Then, with realization, “Did we finally get clearance for a short-term worker?”

  They’d put in for someone six months ago, with little hope of having the request filled. The work had been successful enough that David found himself unable to do it all alone, especially as Kait and Piet were oftentimes consumed with their own work, sharing Christ at the medical clinics they did throughout the country. Kait had said there might be a chance that the board would send a short-term worker, even though it had been enough of a miracle that they’d sent David himself, given the size of Namibia and its small population.

  Seems like there had been another miracle, though. Another worker. A helper for David. A new guy.

  “Ja,” Piet answered, glee in his voice. “Finally. The board is sending another one of you.”

  “Who is it?” David asked. “Did you get a name? I could look him up while I’m here.”

  “Kait did not get a name,” he said. “Only said it will be another two weeks. You’ll be back before the new guy arrives.”

  David barely refrained from pumping his fist in the air at this. Help. Someone to help. He could already start seeing all the work they could do, all that could be expanded, how many more teenagers could be reached, all because the new guy was coming.

  “That’s the best news I’ve heard all week,” he said, thinking of how he’d turned down the job of a lifetime because it wasn’t Namibia. Not his job of a lifetime but what any other man in his position would have coveted and gone for in a heartbeat.

  This news felt like confirmation that God saw what he was doing, where his heart was, and that He was affirming the decision.

  “It’s good news,” Piet confirmed.

  “The best,” David answered, grinning. “I can’t wait to see what God’s going to do in Namibia.”