Stevie stood and began to pace,
instantly anxious at the prospect of confronting the senator. "I already
said my piece to Robert. I thought I was done." Jon said, "I'm not
saying you have to do this. It's up to you." Stevie responded,
"That's just the point. I know you're right. I'm the one who received Wes'
email. I'm the one who should talk to his father."
"One more thing," Jon
continued. "If it's all right with you, I'd like to pray for you right
now. And I'll keep praying until you call me at the motel and tell me how it
went." Stevie smiled and nodded, then reached out to join her hands with
his. As they stood together in the middle of the living room, Jon prayed the
most beautiful, courage-building prayer Stevie had ever heard. Even after he
had finished praying and gone back to the motel to gather his things, the
warmth of his hands and his words still lingered.
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