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"Mom is home by herself," explained Abby, checking the clock
on the wall, after Dr. Jacoby had left the room. "Dad and Uncle Terry won't
be back until tomorrow, so I want to get home as soon as possible. Will you be ready
to go, after I get dressed?"
"Yes, I'll be ready," replied the young man, trying to bolster himself
to ask her a question. "Abby, are you mad at me?"
"I was never really mad at you, Jake," she sighed. "You frightened
me, that's all. I was certain that something bad had happened to you-- and it almost
did. I'm so grateful that God stopped you from getting on that bus."
"It feels good," confessed Jake, with a half smile.
"What does?" wondered Abby.
"When someone cares," he replied.
Before leaving, Dr. Jacoby made a standing appointment with Abby to come every Tuesday,
after his session with Jake was over. Then the therapist walked them out to the jeep
with an umbrella, and waved good-bye as they drove off into the dark stormy night.
"Casting all your care upon Him [God]; for
He careth for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a
roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: Whom resist stedfast in
the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that
are in the world."
~ 1 Peter 5:7-9 ~
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