She put on the beads Eli had bought for her at the Rift Valley lookout and kept her phone well charged and at her side all day, hoping Eli would be back today. His message through Dan’s phone the night before had been, ON OUR WAY. Jim said they should arrive before sunset, but there was no guarantee. She went through her routine, serving in the Coffee Bar, looking toward the door every few minutes, hoping to see that handsome face that had visited her nearly every night in her dreams for two weeks and a day. One of the women who ordered a white chocolate latte thanked Katie by saying, “May the peace of Christ be on you, sister.” It reminded Katie of the pastor from the Congo who had stood in the same place weeks ago and prayed for Katie when she was awaiting the antibiotics. She remembered how he had said something about her past catching up to her and that she was supposed to remember the peace. Her past had caught up with her. But her present had overtaken everything that was behind her, including Michael, and now she was fully ready for the future.
