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her.
    I knew there was
a lot Derrick hadn’t told me. I didn’t care to know it all, really, but the
Lord saw different.
    Friday morning,
while I was sitting at the table communin’ with the Lord through the Word, I
got a deep pressing in my spirit to pray for Derrick. Seem like the Holy Spirit
Himself put his thumb right on my heart and wouldn’t let me move until I’d
spent a good half hour interceding for this boy. I kept hearing the word
‘mercy’ inside, so I cried it out over and over again. “Mercy, Jesus! Have
mercy!”
    I didn’t know if
Derrick’s life was in danger or if his wife needed to have mercy on him. I only
knew I had to obey because I could tell there was a lot more at stake than just
a man who’d cheated on his wife.
     
    By the time
Friday rolled around, Libby and Son had just about wore me out. I was to the
point where I almost needed to get out with Dr. Wilson and watch me some
kind of movie.
    Contrary
to Libby's suggestion that I wear a nylon windbreaker suit, I snazzed it up a
little more. I pulled out my zebra print jacket, a hot pink undershirt, and
black pants with pink and black mules. Nothing too tight, you know.
    At
the theater, I parked my MiniCooper a pretty good ways out in the parking lot
so I’d have a longer walk. One thing I learned in the weight loss class - get
in exercise every way possible.
    Now
that I was thinking about it, I had to wonder if Dr. Wilson would have asked me
out if I had been less healthy-lookin'.  Did he think that because I kept
myself up, I was trying to be something I wasn't? These days everybody tryin'
to look twenty years younger and act it, too. Well, he was in for a rude
awakening if he thought I would play the part of a forty-something-year-old
woman looking for somebody to spend the last half of her life with.
    Goodness,
all this negativity was getting to me. I took a look at myself in the rearview
mirror; noticed the fullness of my curls, then my frown.
    Lord,
what's wrong with me?
    Next,
I noticed my hand giving the mirror a slight shake. Nearly took my breath away.
    Nervous.
Right there in my car, I realized I had plenty reason to be nervous. I was
about to sit up next to a man other than my husband in a movie theater.
Something I hadn't done since the middle of the last century.
    My mind started
turning flips. Would people think Dr. Wilson and I were married? What if he
didn’t open the door for me? What if somebody from the church saw us?
    Then I faced the
biggest question of all: What would Albert think of me being out with Dr.
Wilson? I knew it was foolish to wonder how my deceased husband would feel, but
I couldn’t help it. Albert wasn’t only my husband, he was my friend. I shared
so many “firsts” with him—first date, first real kiss (I don’t count that
one at the senior dance with Harvey Watkins ‘cause he couldn’t kiss worth a
quarter).  Albert taught me how to drive, gave me my first real diamond.
No one could ever come close to what Albert meant to me, and a part of me
didn’t want anyone trying for a chance to play second fiddle ‘cause my answer
would be no, no, and triple no!
    Why had I let
Libby talk me into this anyway? I didn’t want any more firsts without Albert.
    Suddenly, a
flood of sadness washed over me. I covered my eyes with my fingertips and let
the grief pass on through. Even after eight years, there were still times
Albert’s death snuck up on me and made me feel like the widow dressed in black,
sitting on the front row of the funeral all over again.
    A few tears
trickled on through, and then the wave subsided. Felt like Jesus Himself said,
‘Peace, be still’ to my heart. Oh, He is a comforter like none other. Thank
you, Lord.
    I took a
cleansing breath, wiped my eyes dry, and opened the car door. My attitude was
better now. Much better.
    Come to think of
it, I don’t believe Albert would have minded me watching a picture show with
Dr. Wilson.  He might think it was good for me to get out.