Page 312 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland
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Reason To Sing


          I need to take my time to let this sink in and to make him
          understand how serious this decision is.
              After  what  feels  like  an eternity,  I exhale  and  speak. “If
          you’re serious … then … yes.”
              A relieved smile engulfs his face as I continue, “But in order
          for this to happen we need to find a counselor.” I am adamant.
              “Of course,” he agrees, squeezing my hands again.
              “We need someone to help us get through where we’ve
          been and where we are going. And we need to have that in
          place first.”
              Gord nods his head enthusiastically, sounding almost too
          agreeable. “Okay then, we’ll make that happen.”
              I feel a little uneasy, like this is all too good to be true. I
          know I still need to be guarded. Cautious. I am proud of myself
          for setting up some healthy boundaries. “I’m going to do some
          research and see what I can find.”
              As soon as Gord leaves, I begin my research. Tomorrow I’ll
          call some people I trust, get some referrals, and find the right
          person for us. After tucking Keldon into bed, for the first time in
          months I am truly able to rest my head on the pillow and allow
          my body to relax. My heart is singing on the inside. Tonight,
          I might not sleep at all, but this time it’s for a good reason.
          Oh God – I am so thankful you are answering my prayers. He
          wants to come home! I can’t believe this is happening.
              Morning dawns bright and sunny and when I call our
          church, I learn that one of our members has a counselling
          practice and his office is at the church. I recognize the name
          and know he has a lovely wife and several kids so I figure he
          must know something about marriage. I immediately book us
          an appointment.
              Gord arrives early afternoon and I am surprised to see his
          car loaded down with all his belongings. Wow, he really IS


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