Wedgewick Woman (28 page)

At the end of the day, she was glad she and Ana had not had time to talk. Best to leave her misgivings hidden safely in her heart, not bring them up. It seemed easier to stuff them back down inside in favor of all the good she had going for her right now. Marcel. This church. Her music position. And, most of all, Popi and Ana. And the kids.

She had it all. Why in the world had she even thought to question her life? Happier, she whizzed past the swirling crowd and stepped outside in the shadows. Standing alone in the dark next to a beautiful up lit white Birch tree at the front of the church, Kyle looked up into the darkness. The moon was full. A soft white perfect circle in the new night, with pinpricks of stars just starting to reveal their everlasting presence. How could she feel alone with beauty like this surrounding her? How indeed! Kyle felt like breaking out in song.

Father, thank you for loving me, saving me, bringing me to this place. I dishonor you by not trusting you. You have brought me here and I am grateful. Use my life the way you see fit. I give myself to you completely.

Instantly her prayer time was interrupted with children flying out the doors and scattering in all directions. Shouts of “Tag, you’re it!” rang out. Smiling she caught sight of several familiar faces and remembered she was teacher to these children. She couldn’t let anything affect her life, especially not her own faults. She must stay strong for the children and for her family.

Kyle wondered fleetingly where she would be five years from now.