Sarah's Prayer: A Sunset Single (Sunset Series 1.1) by J. Brent Eaton Page A
Authors: J. Brent Eaton
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liked what she heard. "Okay, like what?"
" Well, on our first date, I told Jake that I would hold his hand, but it would never be in his lap and that I would give him a long, lingering hug and probably make him kiss me on the cheek before he left, but I wouldn't force him to do anything else beyond that. "
"Oh, you are a smooth talker. So, Michael gave me a sweet and wonderful hug when he walked me to my car last time. What if I told him ... "
The plan to overthrow Michael's heart was nearing completion.
Sarah sent an email with the touches and flourishes Jen suggested. When she clicked "Send" a wave of excitement and nervousness filled her body. I really did it. I invited Michael to dinner. Yeah!
She calmed herself down and focused on the other mundane things she had to do that evening, including a grocery list for Friday's big event. She wanted it to be perfect. Sarah wasn't a great cook, but church members raved about the dishes she brought to fellowship meals. She hoped dinner would impress Michael.
Sarah had difficulty focusing on work Friday. The most important event of the day for her came at 6:30 when Michael would arrive at her apartment. There were, of course, people to see, calls to make, papers to turn in, but everything revolved around dinner in her mind.
As the workday ended, Sarah flew home as quickly as the speed limit allowed. The smell of simmering spaghetti squash and meatballs in the crockpot met her at the door. Good to know that came on in time. She flitted around the apartment, changed clothes, arranged and rearranged the table, checked the raspberry sorbet in the freezer, prepared the salad and set out the sun tea. By ten after six, everything was perfect.
With a contented sigh, Sarah sat down to contemplate the evening. She hadn't really had time to be nervous about what might... or might not take place. She was simply too busy, but never too busy for an important rendezvous.
Father, I dedicate this evening to you. Let this be for Michael and me an enjoyable evening together as friends, free of nervousness or expectation. Help me to be as gracious and beautiful to Michael as I am in your sight. I thank you for sending Jen to me as a friend and sister to remind me that I am a woman of worth. Let me reflect that in my words and actions this evening.
Sarah rarely ended her silent prayers in "Amen" because she never considered her prayers finished.
She heard the distinctive crunch of Michael's truck tires on the gravel drive. A smile came to her face and a warm feeling of peace and happiness emanated from deep within her, surprising her because situations like this usually brought anxiety and doubt. She waited until she heard Michael knock on the door before she rose from the couch.
Opening the door, she found Michael with a sheepish grin holding two roses, one pink the other red. "Oh, how sweet. You brought flowers."
"Yeah, well. In all of Sunset, Texas I couldn't find one blushing rose. Not even one I could steal off of a rose bush. So, I got a pink one that reminded me of you, and a red one to remind you of how I've looked to you most of the time."
Sarah was overwhelmed by the gesture. That last man to buy her flowers was her father when she graduated with her masters in social work. "Thank you, Michael. That was very thoughtful of you. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I'll find a vase to put these in." Fortunately, she remembered having a bud vase in the top of the pantry.
"Thanks. Anything I can help with?"
"No. Everything is about ready." Sarah retrieved the vase, added water, trimmed the roses and arranged them just right. Putting them on the table she looked at them admiringly. "There. How does that look?"
"They look great together." Then he realized what he'd said and turned, as usual, red.
Sarah laughed. "That's okay, Michael. They do."
Michael smiled.
"Well, let's eat." Sarah motioned to his place setting. Michael walked around behind her chair and pulled it out
" Well, on our first date, I told Jake that I would hold his hand, but it would never be in his lap and that I would give him a long, lingering hug and probably make him kiss me on the cheek before he left, but I wouldn't force him to do anything else beyond that. "
"Oh, you are a smooth talker. So, Michael gave me a sweet and wonderful hug when he walked me to my car last time. What if I told him ... "
The plan to overthrow Michael's heart was nearing completion.
Sarah sent an email with the touches and flourishes Jen suggested. When she clicked "Send" a wave of excitement and nervousness filled her body. I really did it. I invited Michael to dinner. Yeah!
She calmed herself down and focused on the other mundane things she had to do that evening, including a grocery list for Friday's big event. She wanted it to be perfect. Sarah wasn't a great cook, but church members raved about the dishes she brought to fellowship meals. She hoped dinner would impress Michael.
Sarah had difficulty focusing on work Friday. The most important event of the day for her came at 6:30 when Michael would arrive at her apartment. There were, of course, people to see, calls to make, papers to turn in, but everything revolved around dinner in her mind.
As the workday ended, Sarah flew home as quickly as the speed limit allowed. The smell of simmering spaghetti squash and meatballs in the crockpot met her at the door. Good to know that came on in time. She flitted around the apartment, changed clothes, arranged and rearranged the table, checked the raspberry sorbet in the freezer, prepared the salad and set out the sun tea. By ten after six, everything was perfect.
With a contented sigh, Sarah sat down to contemplate the evening. She hadn't really had time to be nervous about what might... or might not take place. She was simply too busy, but never too busy for an important rendezvous.
Father, I dedicate this evening to you. Let this be for Michael and me an enjoyable evening together as friends, free of nervousness or expectation. Help me to be as gracious and beautiful to Michael as I am in your sight. I thank you for sending Jen to me as a friend and sister to remind me that I am a woman of worth. Let me reflect that in my words and actions this evening.
Sarah rarely ended her silent prayers in "Amen" because she never considered her prayers finished.
She heard the distinctive crunch of Michael's truck tires on the gravel drive. A smile came to her face and a warm feeling of peace and happiness emanated from deep within her, surprising her because situations like this usually brought anxiety and doubt. She waited until she heard Michael knock on the door before she rose from the couch.
Opening the door, she found Michael with a sheepish grin holding two roses, one pink the other red. "Oh, how sweet. You brought flowers."
"Yeah, well. In all of Sunset, Texas I couldn't find one blushing rose. Not even one I could steal off of a rose bush. So, I got a pink one that reminded me of you, and a red one to remind you of how I've looked to you most of the time."
Sarah was overwhelmed by the gesture. That last man to buy her flowers was her father when she graduated with her masters in social work. "Thank you, Michael. That was very thoughtful of you. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I'll find a vase to put these in." Fortunately, she remembered having a bud vase in the top of the pantry.
"Thanks. Anything I can help with?"
"No. Everything is about ready." Sarah retrieved the vase, added water, trimmed the roses and arranged them just right. Putting them on the table she looked at them admiringly. "There. How does that look?"
"They look great together." Then he realized what he'd said and turned, as usual, red.
Sarah laughed. "That's okay, Michael. They do."
Michael smiled.
"Well, let's eat." Sarah motioned to his place setting. Michael walked around behind her chair and pulled it out
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