Now it was Monday morning and she still wouldn’t answer. He leaned against the kitchen counter, his cell phone pressed to his ear, and listened to the rings on the other end. Her voice mail picked up and he repeated the message he’d left over and over. “Rachel, this is Matt. I’m sorry about the things I said Friday night. Please give me a chance to apologize and make this up to you.” He ended the call, poured himself another cup of coffee and slumped into a chair in the breakfast nook of his spacious kitchen. One of the things he liked about his home best was the view of the lake from this room. Seeing God’s handiwork in nature each morning seemed to give the day an extra boost. There was no joy this morning as he studied the snow-covered ground leading to the dock at the back of his condo. The wind whipped the water into waves that rippled against the shore. A lone red bird perched on the edge of the dock and looked around as if wondering why he was alone on this cold morning.
