Into the Fire

The first five paragraphs of the fifth chapter of one of my WIPs (Works in Progress) tentatively titled Seeing . . . 

Five

They ate in silence, a covert solitude between strangers whose lives had intersected. Micah rarely had a companion traveling with him. In fact, it had been several years since his sister accompanied him on a quick day trip, and his pastor rode with him a couple of times in the last two years on day trips. This was something else entirely, and if he gave the specifics too much thought, they’d no doubt shake his resolve.

     A woman living in his house. With him. How did this happen? So quickly. Didn’t matter. He had no real qualms about it, sensing this is what God had wanted of him. Strange as it might seem to others, Micah had given up on viewing occurrences as strange. His life reeked of strangeness. In order to handle it, he accepted the unusual, rarely questioning the oddities in his life.

     “Why are you doing this?” Her voice was timid and sounded more like an echo bringing him out of his meditation.

     “Because it’s the right thing to do.”

     “Do you always do ‘the right thing’, Micah Jones?” There was a hint of a smile in her voice.

Father, again and again, thank you for every word, every character, the inspiration. Apart from you, I can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.