twenty-five
HEATHER COULDN’T REMEMBER A MORE STRESSFUL Thursday. The very first patient showed up several minutes late, throwing off every other appointment, which caused one woman to curse at Heather because she couldn’t get in and out quickly enough. One of the hygienists didn’t show up at all—citing a babysitting problem, which by now had been such a recurring problem that said babysitter should’ve been replaced. That threw the office in a tizzy as they sought a temp. Heather had to get impressions for braces, which meant slathering a bunch of goo in the mouth of the patient, but before the goo dried, it ended up back on Heather’s lap along with the patient’s lunch. And Dr. Henry stepped up his subtle flirtations, standing inches from her face, telling her he preferred the tighter scrub tops she used to wear to work.
She’d never been happier to leave, though even that was a challenge. Her workday was scheduled to end at five. It was now six fifteen. A sigh of frustration, fatigue, and longing escaped as she waited for the elevator—longing because every hour of the day, all she could think was she didn’t want to be there. And it wasn’t because of the stress at work. It was because of the work she’d done in the studio.
She was singing again, and the experience was like nothing she’d ever known. She’d been in the choir; she’d sung praise songs. But this time it was more than a vocal exercise. It was as if God had kissed her voice, renewed it, coupled her heart and soul with it. She felt close to God as she sang. And when she finished her part last night, the feeling was incredible.
Then she had to wake up and come to this.
The elevator door opened, and Heather rode down to the first floor, her heart heavy as she made her way to the parking garage. She’d said she could do this job the rest of her life if that’s what God wanted, and that could very well be the case. What happened this week—singing on a Christian rapper’s album—would not be a regular occurrence. Nor would it pay the bills. She could appreciate the experience, but dwelling there was counterproductive. She might never be able to work full-time in music, and that needed to be okay. But it did beg the question, couldn’t she have a regular job and sing?
She got in her car and started the engine. She’d been shooting up prayers about a church home in the midst of the day’s stress. She felt kind of guilty, though. Part of her reason for wanting to find a church home was to sing in a choir. But at least this time, she wasn’t looking to sing to get noticed. She just wanted to use the voice God had given her to praise Him.
It’d be nice if God would pick her up and transport her to the exact church she should attend. Just stand her right in front of the building. She’d gone online to check out churches, but when she listened to the sermons, they didn’t connect like Pastor Lyles’s did, which saddened her. All the time she’d been there, she hadn’t appreciated his teaching. But these last two weeks that Kelli had brought her a CD of the sermons, she’d eaten it up. Deep down, she wanted to go back to Living Word. But she couldn’t sing in that choir again, not after what happened. And what if she ran into Dana on any given Sunday? She knew the mere sight of her was painful for Dana. She just couldn’t do that.
Heather sat in her parking spot. She needed a pep talk to raise her out of this funk, let her know it would be all right. God would lead her to a great church. He would help her to be content with her job once again. And He could even give her another opportunity to sing. Somehow, hearing someone else say it—like Logan or Cyd— made all the difference.
She got out her phone. Logan was at church preparing for choir rehearsal, so she couldn’t call him. Scrolling to find Cyd, she smiled when she passed the name Ian Engel. One day, she hoped, she and her brother would be close enough for her to call and share her heart. She didn’t think it would take long either. He’d called her twice this week to chat, and they were determined to find a weekend soon to visit.
She called Cyd’s number but was disappointed when voice mail clicked on. Oh well. Heather would probably be fine once she got home and rested from the day. But then again, Cyd only lived five minutes away. She’d told Heather not to hesitate to get in touch if she needed to talk. Maybe she’d pop over and see if she had a quick minute to pray with her.
When Heather got to the house, she saw Cyd’s car in the driveway, Kelli’s behind it, and a couple of others in front. Did they have company? But people parked wherever they could around here, so it didn’t mean much. Heather pulled in front of the house next door, walked up, and rang the bell.
Her heart froze when the door opened. Dana.
“Um, I’m sorry . . . I shouldn’t have . . .” Heather turned, wanting the sidewalk to open up and swallow her. She couldn’t get to her car fast enough.
“Heather.”
Her feet stopped, heart hammering. Did Dana just say her name?
“Did you need to see Cyd?”
Tears spilled from her eyes. Was it the weight of the entire day? Or just this moment? She turned back around in her scrubs. “I did, but it’s okay.” She barely looked at her.
Dana paused. “Wait.”
She closed the screen door and disappeared. Seconds later, Cyd came out.
“Heather, I didn’t know you were coming.”
She couldn’t stop crying. “I’m sorry, Cyd. No one answered when I called, and I should’ve just gone home.”
“It’s okay, sweetie.” Cyd took her into her arms. “Really. It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t.” Heather wet Cyd’s chest. “I know Dana hates seeing me, and I don’t blame her. I didn’t mean to cause trouble between you two again.”
“Sweetie, shh.” Cyd stroked her hair. “Listen. God answered your prayer.”
Heather took a step back so she could see Cyd’s face.
“He touched Dana’s heart. She was able to accept us working together, and she forgives you.”
Heather couldn’t process what Cyd was saying, but her emotions could. Fresh tears wet her face. “But . . . why? Why would she forgive me?”
“Bottom line? Because God has forgiven her.”
Heather shook her head. “It can’t be that simple.”
“Actually, it kind of is.”
Heather stared at her, overwhelmed.
“So, what made you stop by? What’s on your mind?”
Heather blinked, trying to rewind ten minutes. “Oh, we can just talk about it next time I see you. I know you’re busy.”
“Oh!”
Heather made a face. “What?”
“I want to tell you my news.” Cyd took a breath, eyes sparkling. “I’m pregnant. That’s why people are here, having a celebration get-together for Cedric and me.”
“Oh, Cyd! You’ll make the best mom ever. I’m so happy for you!”
She grinned. “Thanks. I’m pretty excited myself. But”—the grin was fading—“I wish I could invite you—”
Heather waved away the thought. “It’s no problem.”
“See you Saturday?”
“You know it. Tell Kelli to call me later tonight if she gets a chance.”
“Will do.”
HEATHER DROVE ONTO THE GROUNDS OF LIVING WORD past nine o’clock that night with an eerie feeling. She hadn’t been here in ten months. Under the glare of the lampposts, she saw less than a handful of cars in the vast church complex—just as she’d hoped. Choir rehearsal had ended, and everyone was gone. Well. Most everyone. She drove to the lot nearest the main building and spotted the old forest-green Jeep Cherokee. She parked beside it.
Heather hoped the main doors hadn’t been locked yet from the outside. The first two she tried wouldn’t budge, but the one on the far right let her into the entryway. She rounded the bend to the sanctuary and slowed as she approached a set of double doors propped open.
She could hear the piano playing softly now, and she lingered a moment just inside, watching. Then she made her way down a side aisle, out of Logan’s direct sight. He stopped playing and noted something on a sheet—then turned suddenly and saw her.
“Heather . . . hey. Surprised to see you here.” He got up and walked to the edge of the platform. “You haven’t been home yet from work?”
She looked down at her apparel. “No. Stopped by Cyd’s, then walked the mall, got something to eat.”
Logan came down the steps. “And decided to come to Living Word? How did that happen?”
Heather sat in the first pew. “Kelli told me about the new songs the choir’s been singing. Made me sad that I don’t get to hear them anymore . . . or sing them. The thought hit me that I could come after choir rehearsal and you could play them for me. That is, if you’re not too busy.”
He shrugged. “Sure, I can play them if you like. But only if you sing. You were one of my favorite solo voices, you know.”
“You never told me that.”
“Not something I’d tell you while you were in the choir. But your voice has such depth, a lot of soul.”
“Logan, that means a lot coming from you. Thank you.”
He motioned her forward. “To the piano we go.”
Heather sat next to him at the baby grand and listened as he played the first song, lending his own melodic voice.
When he’d finished the last chords, she stared at him. “That was crazy. You have such a gift for writing worship songs. I loved that.”
He simply smiled and began playing it again. “Ready?”
She looked at the music sheet on the stand to get the first words. “Ready.”
Their voices blended together, Heather’s stumbling at first to find the rhythm, then continuing strong. She had that soaring feeling again, like she was in the zone. At the end, Logan looked at her strangely.
“What?”
“I had no idea the song could sound that good. You’re pretty amazing.”
She shirked the compliment. “Oh, Logan.”
He played the next song and, as before, she joined him on the second go-round, moved by the worship it engendered.
“You’re the one who’s pretty amazing. I’m glad I stopped by to hear these.”
“Me too.”
Their gaze lingered, then they looked away.
Heather rose from the bench. “I’d better be going. Need my rest so I can be up early and raring to go for another awesome day at the dental office . . . she said with fake enthusiasm.” Her face turned sheepish. “Sorry. I said I wasn’t going to complain about the job.”
“Whenever you want to release some steam by hanging out after choir rehearsal and singing your heart out, feel free.”
“Careful. I might take you up on that.”
With one hand he fingered a few chords. Then he paused and looked up at her. “That’s what I was hoping.”
Heather smiled, backing away. Then she turned and walked the few steps down the platform and up the aisle, trying to ignore the weird sensation inside. Sure felt like her heart did a skitter. But it wasn’t the old “wow, he’s handsome” skitter. It seemed to be coming from someplace deeper.