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The Waiting Room. Episode Two: Robin



Robin heard Tara moving about upstairs, getting ready to go out. She sighed slightly as she boiled the kettle for her last cup of tea of the day. At twenty-one, Tara was old enough to make her own choices, but it was hard on a mother. Especially seeing that Tara was walking on a path far different from the one Robin had envisioned for her: the narrow path. The one she herself had been walking for over twenty years. And as she walked this path, Robin had faithfully prayed for Tara, that she would choose Jesus too.

Robin poked at the teabag in her mug absentmindedly. It had been a long, hard road. She'd done everything she could to bring Tara up right, to provide for her. Now, she felt her faith falter. Had it all been for nothing? She prayed as she stood at the counter. Surely not. Adding to her sense of urgency were the dark times they lived in. The Rapture must surely be very close, given the news headlines, especially those about the escalating conflict in the Middle East. Things couldn't go on as they were for much longer.

But Robin knew that she mustn't give up. Not on her daughter, nor on anyone she reached out to.

"I'm off now, Mom." Tara bounced into the kitchen and gave Robin a spontaneous hug. "I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart.." Robin's heart swelled with love for her daughter. "Take care, now."
"I will, Mom." With a sweet smile, she was gone.

Later, as Robin walked about the house tidying things up a bit, she peeked into Tara's room. What she saw on the bedside table brought sudden tears to her eyes: the Bible she'd given to Tara when she'd turned eight, lay once more in its spot beside her bed.

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Copyright: pencil in His Hand

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See you on Friday, God willing for episode three, where we meet Tara's date.

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