In Love With A Mystery Part 17

I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine" - Song of Solomon 6:3

When I say God gave me peace, I truly mean it. And, had I known that the peace would be tested on numerous occasions, I probably would have been disturbed. But, true peace can never be copied but often is tested while riding waves and dealing with currents.

Peace, in this case, was an unseen blanket of indescribable calmness of maturity washing over me. I know this will be hard to believe once you get wind of how my imagination works. It is true that maturity doesn’t have to be perfect! I can only describe the calmness of peace as a blanket of warmth, neither a lightning bolt of emotions toward this man nor something that got me caught up in the excitement of flirtatiousness.

It simply was something that had me glued to my seat.

All I knew in my heart was that I was to observe, respond, and pray in a very genuine way regarding him. No other direction was given to me.

The Mystery Man took a seat in his usual place, on the left hand side of the Church, when I noticed that he had a beeper on his belt. He adjusted it before he sat down next to his other redheaded friend.

His choice of seating sent a ripple of emotion not just through his group of friends, but a contagious wave of interest among others in the Church Family due to the rumor of his engagement.

I was aware of the current.

But, I was not drawn in.

I was more interested in his beeper.

This was state of the art technology at the time!

My mind was racing.

“What did he do in the military which required him to have a beeper?”

Now, pondering a beeper shouldn’t have caused any significant pitter patter of energy in any normal girls mind. We all know I am not normal – I am a redhead!

I have an extremely dangerous imagination and fascination when it comes to anyone who might be perceived to live a heroic double life.

I have always liked a man who reeks of secrecy.

Yes, I am the girl who adores sitting with a bucket of popcorn and watching all those 007 marathons even if a Mystery Man tells me that the technology is out of date, that the helicopters, planes and boats all have the wrong sounds to them. I can even ignore the comments when I hear, “We don’t use that piece of technology anymore” and “Things don’t blow up like that!” Regardless of all this, I have a favorite James Bond and I am willing to defend Sean Connery to the end!

Right there in service though, that beeper had my mind on overload.

Possession of a beeper could mean only one thing.

He needed to be somewhere, doing something, with someone in a moment’s notice! I didn’t have the slightest idea it was to be within +/-30 seconds.

There is nothing written in my journal about it, but I can assure you that it is highly likely that visions of all my beloved heroic rescues came flooding into my mind.

Zorro, Phantom, Bruce Wayne as Batman, and even Clark Kent! Can any girl resist unlikeliest every day man who is capable of living a heroic double life?

I remember being nudged out of my daydreaming. It might have been the slight movement of the Mystery Man going up to the front to pray over the offering.

I scolded myself, for I am sure if my Grandma had been sitting beside me knowing I was not being attentive in church, she would have pinched me. I remember how it hurts!

It was good that he hadn’t worn a black suit or it would have sealed the imagination right then and there.

He ushered.

He disappeared -- never to return the entire service.

It was as if he had vanished.

This pattern continued for two or three Sundays.

I can assure you something extremely peculiar was going on.

Sunday after Sunday, I sat glued to my seat.

All the while, his disappearing and never coming back again conjured up in the utmost positive appealing persona of all. I can assure you that, in my mind, the Mystery Guy was slowly being placed into the category and becoming equally transformed into one of the utmost literary characters whom surpass all witty masquerade heroes – Sir Percy, “The Scarlet Pimpernel”.

Due to this, I was feeling my equilibrium slight off, and it was puzzling because I had never had a vertigo episode in my life.

I am sure when God revealed that I was suppose to observe and respond in a genuine manner to this man, it didn’t mean for me to glue myself to a seat and become all day dreamy and allow my imagination to run wild at the same time being extremely discrete in my glances toward this guys direction.

I asked God to help me keep everything in check. It is amazing what God can do!
That very next Sunday, the pattern began the same way, he sat beside that other redhead, except this time he didn’t usher during the service.

His beeper was still in place.

Yet, he never disappeared.

This little mystery of my own making was revealed.

Yes, Anne Shirley’s imagination could never be equal to mine!

Imagine how disappointed I was when I found out that his disappearance was merely because it was his turn to help the church treasurer count the tithes and offerings!

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Beloved's Comments: I never thought my beeper would be so intertaining and apart of this story.

Me: It was always plastered to your back side. Of Course, it will be.