*This song is very special to me because it was played the week (October 6) my grandfather died (Opa) on October 4, 2019. He lived from July 29, 1928-October 4, 2019. RIP, Opa.*
Lord, help me, I'm feeling lonely, Rachael prayed. I need Your help dealing with this. I know I've been neglecting You lately, and I'm truly sorry, I just want everything to be back to normal--Mom alive, and Dad. I'm thankful for Robert, but these deaths have saddened me deeply. Help me, Lord, please, I don't know what to do. Amen.
Rachel prayed this every night, not knowing what to do.
Robert: Hey, u okay?
Rachael: Yes, I'm fine. :(
Robert: What's wrong, hun?
Rachael: I just wish everything was back 2 normal. You know, w Mom & Dad's passing, I feel lost. I feel slipping in bad & old habits again. I just dk what do. Help me. :(
Robert: I will, sweetheart. Coming.
Rachael: Thank u. Ur the best.
A few seconds later, the doorbell rang.
"I'm so glad you're here." Rachael hugged him tightly.
"I'm glad to see you as well. Remember, we can get through this. As David Haas' hymn, You Are Mine says,
'I will come to you in the silence
I will lift you from all your fear
You will hear My voice
I claim you as My choice
Be still, and know I am near.'
"The Lord is with you--He sees you even through the toughest times of your life. He will shelter you from the bad. He loves you. He will never let you down. He's always here." Robert said. "Listen to You Are Mine and other Gospel songs when you're upset, okay?"
"Good idea. Thank you."
"How's university going?" I asked.
"It's going well as a History major. I want to go into a teaching job. Any thoughts about yours?"
"Honey, I'm a junior in high school. I have time."
"I know, but it's never too early in your high school years to check."
I smiled and laughed at the joke.
"You got that right."
"How's Steven doing?"
"He's doing well--starting at Fathom Yorkshire High School."
"Wow--a ninth-grader already. Time really flies."
"I know, right? Soon, before you know it, I'll be a senior in high school and then graduated, next, off to college. I wish we could turn the time around--before my parents died."
"I know, baby, maybe talk to Father about it? He could have some ideas. Or at Holy Trinity Immaculate Convent right across Saint Mathew's Church."
"Good idea. I will tomorrow."
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A/N-Finally updated! After nearly a year of not writing, it's good to be back typing up a story. I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Update: junior at my university and accepted in the social work program--just need to apply for candidacy! So proud of myself. Classes and finals have ended, so I'm pretty sure I can manage weekly updates. If you have any ideas, covers, send me a message on Twitter/on here/Instagram! Twitter: StasiyaRomanova. Instagram: loveyourselfmorefocusonthegood. Remember, stay safe from COVID-19!
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