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The party ended on a much happier note than it had started. Adam played his piano after the meal, and everyone enjoyed some classic Wallace Shipley compositions that made Charlie quite proud he was her husband. But she felt Adam's greatest accomplishment wasn't his music, but his continued faith in God. Even with all his troubles, he trusted that God not only had a plan for himself, but for her as well.

That night in bed, Adam watched Charlie as she fell asleep beside him. He lightly traced the contours of her face with his finger until she stirred to his touch.

"Adam?" she sleepily mumbled.

"I'm right here," he whispered.

"Are you working on your music?"

"No, not tonight," Adam smoothed back the long hair that fell against his arm. To his delight, she cuddled against his chest, and sighed with contentment.


"I'm still here," he softly laughed.

"I love you, Adam."

Squeezing her ever so tenderly, Adam gently kissed the slender hand that was sleepily caressing his face. "I love you, too."

When Adam felt her body completely relax against him, he knew she had fallen asleep. Sleep wasn't coming as easily for him, but Adam didn't begrudge Charlie her rest. He was too busy thanking God for the miracle snuggled in his arms, and requesting another for her future.

Charity "is not easily provoked."
~ 1 Corinthians 13:5 ~

"A garden inclosed is... my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits."
~ Song of Solomon 4:12-16 ~

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