another for herself. It was steaming hot.
“It’ll cool in a jiffy,” Natalie said. “Let’s eat.”
Amy put a tiny bite in her mouth. The hot soufflé instantly melted, leaving a marvelous combination of flavors on her tongue.
“This is amazing,” she said.
Natalie looked skeptical but sampled a bite herself. Her eyes lit up.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
Nibbling the soufflé occupied the next few minutes. Amy didn’t want conversation to distract her from savoring the dish.
“I won’t forget this lunch,” she said, placing her fork beside her plate. “I expected a nice salad. This is so much more fun.”
“If I can’t experiment on you, who would be my guinea pig?” Natalie asked.
“I ate like a pig. Are you going to feed this to Luke for supper? I think it would taste good warmed up. The boys might even try it.”
“I’ll fix a plate for Luke so he won’t see how lopsided it is, but I can’t count on the boys. They’ll need a backup dish, something I know they love, like ravioli from a can. Do you want some hot tea?”
“Sure.”
Natalie filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove before returning to the table.
“I haven’t been able to get your warning about Noah’s field trip out of my mind,” she said.
Amy flinched. She’d hoped they’d get through their time together without the subject coming up.
“Tell me more about the dream that made you believe he might be in danger.”
Amy took a deep breath. “Like I said, it was a quick image that came back to me when you mentioned the fire station.”
“So, if I hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have brought it up on your own?”
Amy hadn’t thought about that aspect of the experience.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true. Your words triggered it.”
“Then I’m glad I mentioned it,” Natalie said. “Is that the first time that’s happened to you? You know, seeing something that might happen in the future and warning someone about it?”
“Like that, yes.”
“But you’ve had other dreams?”
“A lot,” Amy admitted. “Ever since I was a little girl.”
“I knew it.” Natalie clapped her hands together. “I’ve always thought you were hiding a big piece of your heart from me. I didn’t want to be nosy, but there was something going on with you I couldn’t quite put my finger on.”
The teapot whistled, and Natalie left the table to make the tea. She had her back to Amy, who looked at her friend and debated whether to open up to her about the living room. Natalie returned to the table with tea bags steeping in two cups.
“The titles and themes for both of my books came to me in dreams,” Amy said.
Natalie’s eyes widened. And throwing caution to the wind, Amy told her about the living room. There was a surprising sense of freedom in baring her soul. Natalie listened in silence until Amy reached the part about the dreams returning after she committed her heart to the Lord at the summer camp during high school. A tear rolled down Natalie’s cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Amy stopped, fearing she’d overstepped her bounds.
“Nothing. It’s so beautiful. The way God has shown his love to you is unbelievable.”
“Which is one reason I’ve kept it to myself. Jeff knows about the dreams but doesn’t bug me about them, and my mother never brings them up. I’m sure she secretly hopes they’ve stopped.”
“I’m sorry.” Natalie shook her head.
“Why?”
“That you’ve been hurt over something wonderful that you couldn’t control. You were an innocent child who received a great gift from a loving heavenly Father.”
Now it was Amy’s turn to become teary. She grabbed a soft paper napkin from a holder in the center of the table and touched it to her right eye. The two women sat in silence for a few moments.
“Tell me about the books,” Natalie said.
It took several minutes for Amy to tell her about the role the dreams had in creating her books.
“That gives me chill
“It’ll cool in a jiffy,” Natalie said. “Let’s eat.”
Amy put a tiny bite in her mouth. The hot soufflé instantly melted, leaving a marvelous combination of flavors on her tongue.
“This is amazing,” she said.
Natalie looked skeptical but sampled a bite herself. Her eyes lit up.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
Nibbling the soufflé occupied the next few minutes. Amy didn’t want conversation to distract her from savoring the dish.
“I won’t forget this lunch,” she said, placing her fork beside her plate. “I expected a nice salad. This is so much more fun.”
“If I can’t experiment on you, who would be my guinea pig?” Natalie asked.
“I ate like a pig. Are you going to feed this to Luke for supper? I think it would taste good warmed up. The boys might even try it.”
“I’ll fix a plate for Luke so he won’t see how lopsided it is, but I can’t count on the boys. They’ll need a backup dish, something I know they love, like ravioli from a can. Do you want some hot tea?”
“Sure.”
Natalie filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove before returning to the table.
“I haven’t been able to get your warning about Noah’s field trip out of my mind,” she said.
Amy flinched. She’d hoped they’d get through their time together without the subject coming up.
“Tell me more about the dream that made you believe he might be in danger.”
Amy took a deep breath. “Like I said, it was a quick image that came back to me when you mentioned the fire station.”
“So, if I hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have brought it up on your own?”
Amy hadn’t thought about that aspect of the experience.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true. Your words triggered it.”
“Then I’m glad I mentioned it,” Natalie said. “Is that the first time that’s happened to you? You know, seeing something that might happen in the future and warning someone about it?”
“Like that, yes.”
“But you’ve had other dreams?”
“A lot,” Amy admitted. “Ever since I was a little girl.”
“I knew it.” Natalie clapped her hands together. “I’ve always thought you were hiding a big piece of your heart from me. I didn’t want to be nosy, but there was something going on with you I couldn’t quite put my finger on.”
The teapot whistled, and Natalie left the table to make the tea. She had her back to Amy, who looked at her friend and debated whether to open up to her about the living room. Natalie returned to the table with tea bags steeping in two cups.
“The titles and themes for both of my books came to me in dreams,” Amy said.
Natalie’s eyes widened. And throwing caution to the wind, Amy told her about the living room. There was a surprising sense of freedom in baring her soul. Natalie listened in silence until Amy reached the part about the dreams returning after she committed her heart to the Lord at the summer camp during high school. A tear rolled down Natalie’s cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Amy stopped, fearing she’d overstepped her bounds.
“Nothing. It’s so beautiful. The way God has shown his love to you is unbelievable.”
“Which is one reason I’ve kept it to myself. Jeff knows about the dreams but doesn’t bug me about them, and my mother never brings them up. I’m sure she secretly hopes they’ve stopped.”
“I’m sorry.” Natalie shook her head.
“Why?”
“That you’ve been hurt over something wonderful that you couldn’t control. You were an innocent child who received a great gift from a loving heavenly Father.”
Now it was Amy’s turn to become teary. She grabbed a soft paper napkin from a holder in the center of the table and touched it to her right eye. The two women sat in silence for a few moments.
“Tell me about the books,” Natalie said.
It took several minutes for Amy to tell her about the role the dreams had in creating her books.
“That gives me chill
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