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The Waiting Room. Episode Four: Grayson



"So, how are the two of you doing? Do you need anything?"
Robin walked to the window over-looking the town house's small garden. A familiar feeling of sadness washed over her as she listened to her ex's voice. If only...
"We're doing fine. And you?"
"I'm good. How are Tara's studies coming along?"
"You could ask her yourself." She said gently. "When last did the two of you have a father and daughter date?"
"Since before we all got so busy." Grayson sounded contrite. "I'll phone her tonight."
"She'll like that." Robin kept her voice light, but a big part of her wished that the two of them could go back in time, to when they'd been in love and dating.
"Well, I'd best be off." Robin said as she gazed unseeingly at a vibrant hibiscus shrub. "I'm going to a Bible study.'
Grayson was quiet for a moment. He cleared his throat. "You still go, of course. Same church?"
Robin's grip tightened on her phone, almost as though she expected him to lecture her about her beliefs as he had always done in the past. His polite tone of voice surprised her, and she found herself saying more. "Yes. Actually, we're holding End-Times services throughout the week. You're more than welcome to attend."
The silence on the other end of the line deepened, and Robin braced herself for and explosion. It didn't come.
"I'll think about it."
Robin felt light-headed. Had Grayson really said that? She managed to keep her voice level as they ended off the conversation.
"There's not much time left, Grayson. Please do."

***

Grayson tapped the end call button on his phone and stared out of his own window. Robin. Her voice still left him longing for the past. They would have celebrated their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary in May if not for the divorce. He'd claimed that he couldn't stay married to a woman who loved God more than him. Grayson knew now that he'd been jealous of God. And of Robin's church. Even of her pastor and friends. He'd gotten tired of her constant nagging, her holier than thou attitude; or at least that had been his take on things. Lately though, he'd begun to soften. He wasn't getting any younger, and the state of the world was crazier than ever before. Maybe he needed a little of Robin's religion. And dared he hope? Robin herself, if she'd take him back.
Perhaps the best place to start would be by attending the meetings she'd invited him to. It couldn't hurt.

A little hope rose in Grayson's heart, and if he'd been a praying man, he would have asked God to soften his ex wife's heart.


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Copyright: pencil in His Hand


If you haven't read the rest of the story so far, here is the link to the first episode: Episode One




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Undeserved. A Poem



My grateful thanks

for every word,

each from Your Hand,

so undeserved

I love You Lord,

and humbly ask

Your grace and love

will touch each heart

Please bless and help

each precious one

who stops to read;

who seeks Your Son


***

Copyright: pencil in His Hand



Love and prayers,

Alison.






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