Darcy blew her nose on the tissue Glynnis handed her and added it to the six others in her lap. “I know that must have been a jolt to hear.” Glynnis put the clever rooster-themed tissue holder—goodness, the woman even decorated her Kleenex boxes to match—back on the counter. She poured more ice tea. “I…I wasn’t crazy up there on those church steps, was I? I mean, it felt so real, so…important…I was so sure. Sure of something I’d never think of…I just don’t think of that sort of thing in my life, despite Dad’s faith. It was…I don’t know…so unignorable.” Darcy looked at Glynnis. “Is that even a word?” Glynnis smiled. “Does it matter?” “I suppose not. But Glynnis, if I was so sure, how come everything went to pieces? Within hours? God doesn’t get to pull stunts like that.” She winced a bit at her own presumptions. “Does He?” Glynnis chuckled. “God is God, hon. Which means He pretty much gets to do what He wants whether we like it or not.
