Lisa Marley guided the dual-wheel rusty red pickup truck
into the deep shadows of the parking lot. A lighted sign
declared she had reached the right place — Blue River
Valley Community Church.
"Okay, God," she whispered. "Here I am, as promised."
She turned off the growling engine and headlights. A few
windows illuminated nearby houses, but there was only
silence, and the church stood quietly before her in the
autumn mist of early evening.
Silence was good, Lisa thought, only she'd grown unused to
it. She shivered. From the cool evening or from nerves,
she wondered?
Only a small number of cars were scattered across the
parking lot.
Her friend Beth Anne Hostetter had warned her there
wouldn't be a large crowd when she'd issued the invitation
to New Beginnings. The organization was meant for men and
women over forty who needed just what the name implied. A
new beginning in life. A second start.
Beth Anne said the person in charge of this ministry, Dr.
Michael Faraday, was a very capable, compassionate man,
and Lisa could trust him.
Sure, sure... Trust.
Beth Anne knew Lisa's fears. Lisa had faith in very few
people these days. Sometimes not even in herself.
Those were the middle-of-the-night times when she lay
still, listening to her own heartbeat, begging God to talk
to her. To tell her how to get her life back.
Did God hear her? She didn't know, was never sure. But
she'd promised Beth Anne to give New Beginnings a chance,
and she was willing to do anything to help rebuild her
life.
New Beginnings wasn't just another singles group, Beth
Anne insisted. It offered hope for people. Some were in
crisis, some in a rut. Others simply needed to change
their attitudes toward life.
That certainly described her — Lisa Jane Marley. Beth
Anne's passion about a loving God had drawn Lisa to a
Bible Study last year, and over the months, Lisa had
tentatively given her heart to God. Now she was learning
the hard part — trusting Him with every ounce of her being.
Her nerves felt stretched as she contemplated getting out
of the truck and walking through that door. What if those
people asked questions?
Her stomach tensed. Beth Anne had assured her that no one
knew of Lisa's recent history, but still...
If anyone asked Lisa what she'd done this last year or
two, or where she'd been, she was outta here.
Yet Beth Anne had said Lisa could make new friends. She
couldn't ask for more. Beyond that, the group's ideals
appealed to Lisa. It offered her a place to work on her
future, with people her own age who had similar needs.
She clenched her eyes shut while a familiar gut-deep
yearning and hope rose high. Please Lord, let this count...
"Okay, God," she murmured aloud, taking a deep breath to
steady herself. "This is it, soYou gotta keepYour promise
and stay with me. I'm not doing this all alone."
Swiping her hand down her thigh, she opened the door and
slid to the ground. As she started across the lot, another
car pulled into it. Instinctively, she turned her head
toward the new arrival. The high beams hit her face,
momentarily blinding her.
Lisa froze. Her heartbeat jumped, then raced. Her lips
went dry. For one long moment, she couldn't make herself
move.
The car parked, and Lisa blinked. On shaky legs, she ran
the last few yards to reach the sidewalk that led to the
church door.
"Hey, wait up!"
She ignored the masculine shout and kept walking. Almost
at the door, she paused long enough to suck air all the
way into her lungs.
"Sorry about that," came a blithe baritone behind her.
Lisa glanced over her shoulder long enough to take in a
tall, rather broad-shouldered male flashing her a wide
grin. There didn't seem to be a jot of real regret in his
shadowed expression.
"Anyone ever tell you it's rude to blast your high beams
in a crowd?" she snapped.
"A crowd?" Another car was turning into the lot, but the
tarmac was empty of pedestrians. The man fell into step
beside her, a scarred guitar case dangling from his grip.
"A place that's often crowded, then."
He reached past her for the door handle. The air between
them stirred, and she sidestepped to avoid closer contact,
only to bump into the instrument case.
"Sorry," he said again.
"I'll just bet," she muttered under her breath.
"Hello and welcome," greeted a tall, rangy man as Lisa
entered the foyer. A touch of silver threaded his thick
brown hair, and Lisa guessed him to be in his forties. He
was neatly dressed in a casual cotton checked shirt and
summer-weight slacks. Clear green eyes met hers with
neither flirtation nor judging assessment.
"I'm Michael Faraday."
Lisa was about to answer when her companion spoke up
enthusiastically.
"Hiya, Mike. How's it going?"
"Hi there, Ethan. It's been a good day." Mike nodded, as
though conceding something that was understood between
them. "Glad you remembered the guitar. Jimmy has his, too,
so we can open with a little music. Who's your friend?"
"Don't really know, preacher. Found her out in the parking
lot looking lost. She just sorta followed me up to the
church door."
"I didn't!" Lisa protested, then clamped her mouth closed.
He made her sound like a lost puppy looking for a home.
A lot of teeth...she thought as she turned her annoyed
gaze on Ethan. His grin widened, his eyes sparkled. Lisa
felt a slight flush creep up her face.
He's cute and he knows it! Jerk...
She was here at New Beginnings for a lot of reasons, but
flirting wasn't on her agenda.
Forgetting her earlier hesitancy, she offered the minister
her hand in greeting. "I'm Lisa Marley."
"Glad to meet you, Lisa." Michael spoke with sincerity. "I
hope you'll feel at home with us tonight."
Three other people came into the foyer, and the minister
turned to welcome them. "Hi, folks. Go on into the
fellowship hall. It'll be roomy enough there."
Lisa hadn't a clue which direction to take, so she fell
into step with the others. They headed down the hall on
the left, through double doors opened wide, into a
spacious, airy room. At one end, a semi-circle of chairs
already held nearly a dozen people, chatting to one
another. Off to the side, a man had hooked up an electric
guitar and was strumming a few chords.
In the center of the room, a huge Bible lay on a simple
oak podium.
"See you later." Ethan left her to join the other
musician. "Uh-huh." Her reply was so noncommittal as to be
ungracious, but she wasn't about to encourage the guy. In
Lisa's opinion, most men didn't need but a flutter of
interest to try a pick-up. Finding guys who wanted her
wasn't her problem.
It had never been her problem. "Lisa!" Beth Anne called
her name. Lisa hurried toward her friend, gratitude and
relief flooding her.
"I'm only going to remember first names," Beth Anne said
as she started introductions. "This is just the third
meeting for New Beginnings, you know. Let's see. Jenny,
isn't it? And Pam, and Karen and Cindy. The guys are
Lorne, Matt, Charlie and Jimmy, helping out on the guitar.
And the man you met as you came in — can't recall his
name."
"Ethan," Lisa supplied.
"That's it — Ethan Vale," Jenny said. Her blue eyes shone
in keen interest. "Can't wait to hear him. He played in a
band once upon a time."
"I've heard him," Cindy added. "At a banking function,
before his wife Sharon died. The band played bluegrass
that night, but Sharon said they also did country-and-
western. He's really good."
Obviously, Ethan was already popular among this crowd,
Lisa mused. And he was widowed. A thin ribbon of sympathy
threaded through her consciousness. She let her gaze roam
his way and watched him, tuning his acoustic guitar along
with the other musician. He had long, masculine fingers
that stroked the strings with care.
Lisa put a clamp on her wayward thoughts. She'd had enough
romantic entanglements to last a lifetime, and they'd all
been disastrous. Besides, she didn't intend to let
anything get in the way of what she had to do now.
The fact Ethan was widowed did tie in with what Beth Anne
told her about this group. New Beginnings was made up of
all kinds of people, in all phases of life, looking for
new directions.
"Didn't know that," Beth Anne remarked, gazing around the
room as others drifted in. "Well, I haven't met everyone
yet. Looks like our crowd has increased, praise God. You
sit tight, Lisa, and I'll join you in a minute."
Lisa exchanged a general greeting with the others, too
nervous to offer a smile, and sat down in the second row
on the end seat. Michael stepped up to the podium and
welcomed them all, waited for the low hum of chatter to
quiet, then opened the meeting with prayer. True to her
word, Beth Anne slipped silently into the chair next to
Lisa, giving Lisa's knee a reassuring pat as she did.
Lisa sighed and let her thoughts join in as Michael's
rich, deep voice intoned an earnest praise of God's
presence in their lives, their rock in time of trouble,
then sought God's attention, help and blessings for them
all.
Yes, Lord. Do You hear him? He's a minister, so I guess
You just have to listen to him. And I guess he's first in
line for receiving Your help. But I'm here, too, and I'm
one of those who needs all the help I can get. I can't
afford to mess up again. Oh, by the way, thanks for the
job. I can get tips as a waitress. If the court had let me
work in a place that served drinks, I'd earn more, but
that's okay. I'll work as hard as I need to, You'll see.
If only Aunt Katherine will see reason...
Fifteen minutes later, as the musicians let the opening
music drift to a close, Lisa conceded that Ethan knew how
to use his guitar. The man could play.
So what? Lisa mused. That didn't cover much by way of
character.
She was into character study these days — good, bad, weak,
strong. Her observations of those around her had become an
obsession.
The meeting covered a lot of ground. There were
announcements of planned activities, most of them strictly
for fun and bonding, Bible studies held in small groups,
and the private counseling services that Michael offered.
Maybe she should go see him, Lisa thought. Would Beth Anne
go with her?
"We officially launch an ad in two weeks," Michael went
on, "for our first big event. An all-day seminar entitled
What Are You Doing for the Rest of Your Life? and
subtitled, Following God's Blueprint."
She certainly needed that. But it was on a Saturday... Her
thoughts drifted; she'd have to work.
"Blueprint?" commented one of the men. "Guess I was
standing behind a door when they was passing out them
things, "cause life has sure passed me by."