Opting
for the Circular Path, Dacque noticed a woman on a bench to his right, with her
face in her hands. As he shortened the distance between them, he could hear her
sobbing, but decided that it was most-appropriate that he discreetly walk on
by, pretending to ignore her. Fat chance! In his head, as clear as if it were
spoken in his ear by some invisible elf perched on his shoulder, he heard, “Oh
no you don’t! Get back there!”
Dacque
commenced an immediate U-turn, without signaling, and was fortunate that he had
no tail-gaiting foot-traffic to wreck-havoc for. Backtracking to the woman on
the bench, he stood in front of her for a long moment. When it became obvious
that she was unaware of his presence, Dacque slowly approached the bench and
settled in beside her. “Are you okay, Miss?”
The
woman lifted her face from her hands, obviously startled, and Dacque
immediately noticed the blood-shot eyes and tears trickling down her cheeks.
“I’m just wonderful!” she blurted out sarcastically, “Please leave me alone.”
“I
can’t do that! God told me to help you!”
The
young woman glared at Dacque, open-mouthed. “What did you just say?”
“God
...... told ...... me ...... to ...... help ...... you!”
The
two of them silently sat there, sharing a park bench on a quiet spring morning,
and stared into each other’s eyes.
Finally,
the young woman wiped the tears from her cheeks and said softly, “Say that one
more time so that I’m perfectly clear as to what I think I am hearing.”
“God
told me to help you. He occasionally leads me to people who need His help.”
The
staring session resumed. Eventually, Dacque could detect the faintest smile
beginning to appear at the edges of the young woman’s makeup-less lips. “I am
certainly not prepared to believe anything that you are telling me, and
fortunately for you, you do not appear to be a dangerous character, so I will
give you an opportunity to convince me that you are not an escapee from the
loony-bin.”
“Fair
enough! I accept the challenge!” Dacque replied. “As I walked by, I noticed you
with your face in your hands, and then heard your sobs, but I kept on walking.
Then, I heard, as clear as
I
hear you now, ‘Oh no you don’t! Get back there!’”
“And
that’s how God speaks to you?”
“At
times, especially if I am ignoring His previous instructions. I knew, from
previous experience, that I was directed here today for a specific purpose, and
when I saw you in distress I suspected that you were the reason I was led here,
yet I chose to walk on by. Now and then, God also pays me visits when I am
asleep or in a semiconscious state. I can’t swear to you that it is God. It is
still difficult for me to believe that God would actually bother to deal with
me directly. It could be an Angel or one of God’s other helpers. The
instructions I receive always involve performing good deeds, never anything
evil.”
Excerpt
from Chapter 2 of Soul Awakening, Book I of the Dacque Chronicles.
http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Awakening-Dacque-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B009OVLDB6/ref=la_B006GDWTQI_1_1_title_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1358340087&sr=1-1
