Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

R E D E E M I N G L O V E
listening, would you please tell me where to go from here? I don’t know
what to do. I can’t stay here forever and live off these nice people. It’s not
right. I have to pay my own way in this world. What do you want me to do
with the rest of my life, Jesus? I’ve got to do something or go mad. I’m asking.
Jesus, I’m begging. What do you want me to do? Amen.”
She sat for more than an hour, waiting.
No light from heaven came. No voice. Nothing.
A few days later, Susanna came to her room after dinner.
“You’ve been very quiet all week, Angel. What’s bothering you? Are you
worrying about your future?”
Angel wasn’t surprised that Susanna knew what was wrong. She seemed
to anticipate people’s thoughts and feelings. “I have to do something,” she
said honestly. “I can’t stay here and live off your family for the rest of my
life.”
“You won’t.”
“It’s been six months, Susanna, and I’m no closer to knowing what I
should do than I was the night I came here.”
“Have you prayed about it?”
Angel blushed vividly.
Susanna’s eyes shone, and she laughed. “Well, you needn’t look as
though you’ve been caught in an indiscretion.”
“Don’t look so pleased,” Angel said dryly. “God didn’t answer.”
Susanna shrugged. “Not yet, maybe. God always answers, in his time, not
in yours. You’ll know what you’re supposed to do when the time comes.”
“I wish I could have your faith.”
“You could ask for it.” Susanna grinned.
Angel felt a stab of pain. “You remind me of Miriam.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Susanna’s expression softened. “Faith in
God hasn’t come easily to me, either, whatever you may believe.” She got
up. “Come on. I want to show you something.” She held out her hand.
They went into Susanna’s bedroom where they had talked many times
before. Susanna let go of Angel’s hand and got down on the floor and
ducked beneath the bedspread. She took out a box and put it on the bed. “I
have to get down on my knees to get it,” she said, dusting off her hands as
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