Ida spent much of her time at the mercantile sorting through it all. She bundled up stack after stack, much of it for the locals, but quite a bit for The Harvey House, as well. She tried to remain focused on the task at hand, but found it difficult. With so little sleep the night before, she could barely keep her eyes open, let alone get her work done. And the feelings that arose every time she thought about Mick didn’t help, either. Lord, I ask you to guide me every step of the way. And, Father, please reveal Yourself to Mick. May he come to know You. Dinah came down the stairs moments later with a smile on her face. “You will never guess what I did,” she whispered. After waiting on a customer, Ida turned to respond. “What?”“I invited Mick to the Fourth of July picnic at the church.” “Oh, Dinah, I don’t know—” “Isn’t that the most perfect idea?” Dinah said with a grin. “We’ve been trying to get him through the doors of the church all along, and if he comes with us to the picnic this Sunday, he will have to attend the service first.”
