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Resignation, Part 2

This is a work of fiction.  It is part two of a series that began last week.  You can read part one here.

Laura took another sip of coffee as she looked in the mirror.  She had stayed in the shower a little longer than usual, trying to let the feelings she had been holding wash down the drain.  Like all the times before it was for naught.  She knew that she needed to let the feelings of bitterness and anger go, but she had been struggling with that for months now.

She slammed her hairbrush down with a little harder than she usually did.  She could see Donald cringe in her mind as he always did.  Her hair was not cooperating with her, but what was right now?

She and Donald had begun this journey a little later than many other couples had in ministry.  They had married while in college and joined the workforce following graduation.  Pamela had come two years later and Bobby two years after that.  Donald’s job had allowed her to stay home with the kids and she enjoyed that.

They were active in their church, teaching Sunday school and being there almost every time the doors were open.  Donald began filling in on the occasional Wednesday night for their pastor.  The response was so good that he became the regular fill-in when their pastor was out of the pulpit.

Laura knew before Donald that he would surrender to the ministry.  She knew that he was struggling with the decision and what it would mean to their family.  He had a good job and they lived a comfortable lifestyle.  Laura knew that Donald worried about how that would affect their lives.

Donald finally pulled the trigger and announced his call into the ministry.  Their pastor was supportive.  Donald began supplying other pulpits around their area and soon the calls began.  A church needing a bi-vocational pastor called them.  The church grew enough that after three years, he was able to quit his job.  Ten years later another church called.  Five years later their current church called.

Now, here it was thirty years later.  They had been talking about retirement.  They weren’t going to totally retire.  Donald had plenty of friends in the ministry scattered around.  He wanted to do supply work and be interim for churches without a pastor.  During his ministry, he had been able to attend extension seminary classes and even attained a doctorate.  He wanted to teach a little at the local Bible college.  There were some trips they wanted to take that they simply  had not been able to take.  Retirement was on the horizon.

Then the trouble had started a year ago.  Sure, there had been troubles at each of their stops, but nothing like this.  Noting sustained.  Laura was still upset with Paul.  She knew that Donald held no ill will toward him, but she couldn’t let it go.  Paul had always seemed like a nice guy.  He helped out in so many things in the church.  He was a good teacher.  Why did he write those things?  She hardly knew what a blog was.  When he abruptly left the church, she thought it was over.  Instead it was just the beginning.

Now, their plans were accelerated a bit.  They had planned on staying another year.  It would have been better for them financially, but they would be fine.

“Fine”, she thought.  If this was fine, then fine was not really fine.  She was angry.

Angry that her life was being turned upside down.  Angry that she would be leaving her friends.  Angry that she would be leaving their house.  Angry that Donald had been hurt.  Angry for the pain that she had experienced.  Simply put, angry.

Laura’s coffee was getting  cold.  He walked toward the kitchen and saw Donald staring out the window.  She knew that he hated what he was about to do.  He hadn’t left many churches, but he had always done so on good terms.  Today it was a little different.  What would the reaction be?  Some would be sad.  Several would be happy.

Laura poured herself another cup of coffee.  Donald’s cup was sitting there.  She poured him one and carried to him.  He smiled and put his arm around her.  Together, they looked out the window.  They had been on this journey for the past thirty years.  Together, they would continue going forward.  It was just a little less certain.

  1. September 15, 2012 at 7:00 am

    I’m liking this series! I can relate and can’t wait to read more.

  2. September 15, 2012 at 8:48 am

    Great stuff again today, Larry. I can’t wait for next week!

  1. September 23, 2012 at 7:12 am

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