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.