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Chapter 4 As they left the restaurant, Hawthorne asked, “If I were poor, would you have given me a second glance?” She laughed at him, openly and delightedly. “You think I’ve given you a chance because of your money? Well, I guess I have, at that.” He nodded, already aware of this. Still, in an effort to clarify her position, she decided to explain. “Okay, you want to know why. Fair enough,” she said with a nod. Then, in typical fashion, she told it in one straightforward narrative. “As a child, I lived in poverty. It’s not that we were unhappy, but we never had enough of anything, and I personally felt that lack every day of my life. As a young teen, I felt the call to missions, and I went. I traveled and learned and then the Lord called me back to what I’m doing now—which had always been my goal, up until the missionary bug bit me. Now, I’m back at what I do best, and I want to keep going, but I also want to be alert for signs of the Lord leading me. “During all this, a few years ago, frustrated at the dating scene, I asked the Lord to bring my husband to me—or to make me comfortable being single. I never had another doubt that God was working his plan for my life, and I have enjoyed my job and my ministry. Now, I have a man actively pursuing me, with no effort on my part. In fact, I have sought to continue to be my pernicious self on purpose, to test him, and he seems smitten. On top of that, he’s rich. Laughing, she said, “Tell me, when a millionaire who lives wholeheartedly for Christ pursues you and tells you he plans to become your husband and make you the mother of his children, what do you make of that? Now add to that a strong urge to avoid poverty at all costs, and what do you get? I think it may be destiny.” Hawthorne had worked hard to be a gentleman all his life, but tonight, he pulled her forcefully to him. Unresisting, she melted into his embrace. When he kissed her, it felt as if he had been doing this all his life. His first kiss was exquisite. Dory woke the next morning, sweating and afraid. “What was that dream?” she asked nobody in particular. She had nobody to ask. Her house was empty, her life was pretty empty, and now she had dreamed of being a starving widow. “Lord, this is not what I want to experience in my future. If this man isn’t the one, then why did I give him my first kiss?”
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