The lights passed by in a blur of color outside the windows of the taxi. We were in the city where we would spend the night.
Tomorrow, who knows what tomorrow would bring.
One thing was for sure. It was bound to be different all because of her.
I glanced away from the window and over to Maria where she lay up against the other car door fast asleep. She was going to change everything about my structured existence.
It certainly didn't help any that I burned with desire for her either. This was the hardest test I had ever been given. I didn't for a moment doubt that this test was of God's creation.
There was no other way to explain the involvement of angels or how perfectly I had been set up to have to take care of another, who had my similar condition of stretched out existence.
Why was God tormenting me so?
What was to be gained by exposing me to someone that canceled out all the barriers I had so carefully erected over the years?
What was I missing in all this?
I thought about it and through the course of that thought I remembered the circumstances of Job. Grimly, I admitted to myself that I had been laboring under the assumption of his mistake. I had thought it unjust of God to tear me down, as I had been ever faithful to do His bidding.
It was the same with me as it had been with Job. If God chose to build me up He could do so and if He wanted to tear me down He could do so as well. As a creation of His handiwork, who was I to say otherwise?
It was hard to except that my destruction, as it felt like to me, was at the orchestration of God. What was I to do other than to be obedient, as I had always been, even if it felt like I was being exposed to hell.
Speaking of hell my temptation started to awaken.
Maria straightened up blinking her eyes, "Where are we?"
"Unimportant for you to know."
She glanced at me, "Are you always this cryptic?"
I felt my jaw tense, "I wouldn't know. I've never had a tagalong before."
Maria cocked her head to the side to regard me curiously, "You're not happy at all to have me along are you? Am I cramping your style?"
"Yes!" I responded emphatically.
"Good!"
I blinked, what did she mean by that?
She folded her arms and regarded me smugly, "So glad to know that I'm a burden to you. Just think how much less of a burden I would be to you if you'd let me keep the Agency. Can you imagine it Elon? Going for years at a time without seeing each other, as opposed to this up close working relationship, which I detest as much if not more than you do!"
The lights passed by in a blur of color outside the windows of the taxi. We were in the city where we would spend the night.
Tomorrow, who knows what tomorrow would bring.
One thing was for sure. It was bound to be different all because of her.
I glanced away from the window and over to Maria where she lay up against the other car door fast asleep. She was going to change everything about my structured existence.
It certainly didn't help any that I burned with desire for her either. This was the hardest test I had ever been given. I didn't for a moment doubt that this test was of God's creation.
There was no other way to explain the involvement of angels or how perfectly I had been set up to have to take care of another, who had my similar condition of stretched out existence.
Why was God tormenting me so?
What was to be gained by exposing me to someone that canceled out all the barriers I had so carefully erected over the years?
What was I missing in all this?
I thought about it and through the course of that thought I remembered the circumstances of Job. Grimly, I admitted to myself that I had been laboring under the assumption of his mistake. I had thought it unjust of God to tear me down, as I had been ever faithful to do His bidding.
It was the same with me as it had been with Job. If God chose to build me up He could do so and if He wanted to tear me down He could do so as well. As a creation of His handiwork, who was I to say otherwise?
It was hard to except that my destruction, as it felt like to me, was at the orchestration of God. What was I to do other than to be obedient, as I had always been, even if it felt like I was being exposed to hell.
Speaking of hell my temptation started to awaken.
Maria straightened up blinking her eyes, "Where are we?"
"Unimportant for you to know."
She glanced at me, "Are you always this cryptic?"
I felt my jaw tense, "I wouldn't know. I've never had a tagalong before."
Maria cocked her head to the side to regard me curiously, "You're not happy at all to have me along are you? Am I cramping your style?"
"Yes!" I responded emphatically.
"Good!"
I blinked, what did she mean by that?
She folded her arms and regarded me smugly, "So glad to know that I'm a burden to you. Just think how much less of a burden I would be to you if you'd let me keep the Agency. Can you imagine it Elon? Going for years at a time without seeing each other, as opposed to this up close working relationship, which I detest as much if not more than you do!"