QUOTE : Wait.” She spun much too quickly. He’d rounded the pulpit, looking as if he had every intention of chasing after her. As she waited for him to speak, her breath hitched, although she wasn’t sure why. And she wasn’t sure why her skin felt overheated. “Do you have any ideas for what I—what we—could do differently here?” he asked. The satisfaction she’d experienced before came rolling back. Reverend Bedell was a good and humble man to request her advice when she’d already imposed. “I’m afraid I’ve already spoken too much today as it is.” “Not at all. If God brought you here as an answer to my prayer, then I have a feeling He has much more for you to say.” Reverend Bedell was giving her more credit than she deserved. She wanted to tell him she wasn’t anyone special. But his expectant eyes stopped her from disappointing him. “Perhaps you should continue to pray. If God has answered your prayers once, I’m sure He’ll do so again.” “I’ll do that,” he said. She nodded and turned to leave again. “I’ll see you on Saturday then for the visiting?” The hope in his voice stopped her. “Will you be ready for more bossing around by then?” He chuckled. “Absolutely.” “Then I’ll be here.” Once more she became conscious of her bold interactions with this man and strode forward, anxious now to leave.