On the Wings of Prayer
by Susan Sage
Elisha bounced up and down on her toes trying to keep warm. She turned from the river and started walking down the path again. How had she let herself trust and get so hurt?
A breeze circled around her. She hoped her prayer sprouted wings and sped to God. She hadn’t prayed in years and yet, in this moment, she needed Him to hear her more than ever before.
She rounded the bend in the walkway, her head down, whispering another prayer, hoping the words were right. Her heart didn’t even remember what to say or how to say it.
The top of her head bumped against something hard. She looked up, up, and up some more. She pressed a hand to her throat. “You. What are you doing here? Are you following me?”
Callum took a step backwards. “No, I mean yes. Well, sort of.”
“How can it be sort of? Are you or aren’t you and if you are … why?” Every hair on her scalp stood at attention, every skin cell tingled, as neurons fired at full blast. She should turn around and run. She knew it. Her feet wouldn’t move.
She stood inches below his face. When she tried to step back, he reached for her.
“Don’t touch me,” Elisha said just before stumbling and catching herself.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Now, why are you following me?”
His eyebrows drew together, and he wrinkled his nose.
“Don’t do that,” Elisha rocked back and forth. “You know when you do that to your nose, it endears me to you and right now I am far too hurt to want to feel drawn to you.”
The right side of his mouth rose and then quickly lowered again. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay after our conversation.
“How did you think I’d be after the man I thought I was about to get engaged to told me he was moving halfway across the world with no thought of me.”
“Trust me, there have been plenty of thoughts of you before I made this decision.”
“I think we need some space for both of us to figure out what’s really important.”
“You mean God.”
“Yes. When we started dating and then I decided I needed to learn more about God, you seemed glad.”
“I was. I just never thought what you found out would take you away from me.”
“I’ve tried to explain.”
“I know. You love Him. He’s now most important to you. Where does that leave me?”
“I think that’s your decision.” Callum stepped toward the river’s edge then back. The lines in his face deepened. “I love you. You know that, but God has to come first for both of us or we’ll get jealous of each other’s love for Him. I don’t want to lose you. That’s why this move is only temporary. I’ll be gone two months. What I’m hoping is that while I’m away, you’ll spend some time getting to know God again.”
“So,” Elisha’s body shuddered with emotion and from the cold, “you didn’t break up with me?”
“No,” Callum’s eyebrow arched. “When I get back, we’ll talk again and decide our next step. Until then, I’ll be praying for you.” He turned around and strode to his truck, waved before he got inside, and then drove off.
Elisha stood at the luggage carousel watching the descending escalator. She tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear and paced. Just as she was about to head to the restroom for the third time in fifteen minutes, she looked up, and up, and up again.
Callum’s head did a quick bob and he hurried to her, swept her off her feet, and moved his face toward hers. “I’m so glad you called. My heart felt like it would explode when I heard.”
“Yes, I understand now. I love God, and though I love you deeply, maybe even more than when you left because of what you did by putting God ahead of me, I have done the same.”
“Then I have just one thing to say,” Callum reached into his pocket, lowered one knee to the ground, and opened the box to reveal a sparkling solitaire. “Will you marry me?”
Elisha closed her eyes and gasped. “Yes, yes, oh, yes. Do you know what I’m thankful for?”
“What?” Callum stood and wrapped her in his arms.
“That God heard my heart on the wings of prayer.”
They walked off wrapped in each other’s arms and entwined by the love of God.
About the Author
New to north Idaho, Susan Sage and her husband are enjoying getting to know the new area. She continues to work on her craft writing about God’s purpose and sovereignty in all aspects of life.
She enjoys writing devotionals and flash fiction. She enjoys mentoring other writers who are new to the craft.
You can read Susan’s flash fiction column on the 2nd Thursday each month here at Pandora’s Box Gazette.