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The Daring Young Man on the Catwalk – Page 6

I walked over to the pew at which my Grandparents used to sit. Taking a seat, I looked up at the pulpit. Looking back down at the floor, I delved into my mind again. I closed my eyes and prayed. Lord, I don’t know the future. I would like to think that somewhere inside this brain of mine lies the answers to questions that I now have. I thought that if I could just look in far enough, I would be able to make the right decisions and do what is best. My memory doesn’t seem to want to return, and I’m beginning to doubt it’s return at all. Lord, if you think I should know the future, show it to me, but if you think that I can learn more without knowing, by all means, don’t tell me. I’ll depend on you, and not my memory, or lack of it. Now, guide Tracy, Kristin, and I as we go through our everyday lives, and help me to make the right decision between us. Thank you Father. In Jesus name, Amen.

Tracy put her arm around my shoulder. I looked up, with a tear in my eye, and looked at her. I smiled. “Memory or no memory, you’re the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen.” She didn’t say anything, but held her arms out, and we embraced. I looked over her shoulder, and the sun was shining brightly through the stain-glassed window, that was above it, shining a light on the pulpit. I smiled, because deep inside my heart, I thought that this was God’s sign to me that I was doing the right thing.