Jason was worried. The Jackson house was nearly finished. Nana was antsy, irritable, and ready to go back to her own house. Watching her fidget was making Jason more edgy. And where had Fawn disappeared to? She had been gone too long and no one seemed to be worried. Well, he was. It was time to take some action. He would find her.
“Where are you going?” Ellen asked.
“To find Fawn.” Jason was at the door.
“She’s fine,” Ellen pleaded.
“You don’t know that, Mother.”
Ellen walked to her son and put her hand on his shoulder. “Jason, trust me on this. The Lord knows where she is and He has a plan. He will not abandon her.”
Jason huffed and slapped his leg. “Mom, I know God loves her but she isn’t saved. She doesn’t know the Lord Jesus like we do. What if God lets her get hurt? What if God…”
“Listen to me.” Ellen took both of his hands. “Do you think Nana and I haven’t been praying? I know you have too. Do you not remember God’s promises? What did Jesus tell the disciples? “If you have the faith the size of a grain of mustard seed, you can ask what you will and it shall be done for you.”
“I know. You’re right.” He sighed. “But I just can’t stand sitting here and waiting. She could be hurt. Someone could come along and hurt her. I have to go.”
Ellen hugged her son. “Be careful, and don’t be gone too long. Remember Proverbs three, verses five and six: “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
Jason shrugged into his mackinaw as he saw storm clouds gathering. He left without another word.
Fawn awakened to the sound of thunder. She arose and stretched out the kinks in her legs and back. Sleeping on the ground with nothing but pine needles and leaves from the previous autumn did not cr...