by The Awethors
Chapter 9
The next several days Paul threw himself into his work, trying to put the dream behind him. He began to study the Bible and found reading plans on the internet to help him plan his reading. He went to church on Sunday, to the delight of some of his friends who were happy he was beginning to take his faith more seriously.
He had interviewed four artists about the box artwork they needed, but he had not found any designs he really liked as yet, until today. He had received a package from his boss today with a design the boss thought promising. There was something familiar about it, and he found he liked the design as well. He was meeting with the fifth artist shortly.
Sitting at his desk, Paul punched the keys on his keyboard, finishing up the outline for the final testing he and his team would be doing. It was now 10:17 AM. There was a knock at his door.
“Come in,” he said. It must be the designer. Their appointment was at 10:30. The door opened. The young woman had a purse slung over her right shoulder and was holding an art portfolio in her left hand, tucked between her side and left arm. As the door opened, she dropped it to the floor, papers flying everywhere, and gasped as if she had seen a ghost.
Paul looked up, and nearly fell out of his high backed office chair. Both he and the red headed woman spoke at the same time.
“You!”
They both stared at each other in shock for what seemed an eternity, then a smile came to Paul, growing wider and wider as he stood to help her gather her artwork. Caryn also began to smile. Realizing they both recognized each other, Paul was the first to speak.
“The tower. You remember?”
She nodded excitedly, “Yes! My dream!”
Paul corrected her with a grin, “Our dream.”
She looked at him, perplexed, “How?” How could they have had the same dream? Shared the same dream experience?
Paul remembered what he had read in the Bible and his prayer. “Only God knows. All I know is, I’m glad we did. Whatever the reason, it’s strengthened my faith in God and given me hope for the future. I’ve been praying it was more than a dream.”
“Me too,” she said, taking the portfolio Paul had retrieved for her from his hands, grinning with great affection.
“How about we discuss it over coffee?” said Paul. He was beaming brightly at the sight of her.
“Let’s.” Caryn took his offered hand.
As they walked out of his office, Paul thought, God does work in mysterious ways. One thing he was sure of, he knew he had a lot to learn about God, and he wanted to be sure God was the center of his relationship with Caryn, as he had been in the tower. He was not so inclined to trust his logic as he had been. Trusting in God was far more wonderful. As he and Caryn walked down the hall, Paul put his arm around her, grateful to have God as the strong tower in his life.
Tom Fallwell’s Bio & Links
Born in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma in 1951, Tom Fallwell spent much of his career as a software developer and programmer. Now retired from that field, he has taken up writing, which he had always loved to do, but did not have the time to indulge himself in. Now he is writing the stories he had always wanted to write.
Still living in Oklahoma, Tom is active in church, running the sound system and sometimes teaching adult Sunday School. He has always had a love of fantasy and science fiction, both in reading and in movies. His love of story-telling came as a result of playing table top role playing games with friends, in which he created adventures for the other players to experience.
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