When an unexpected predicament leaves Asia convinced she's ruined her future, she begins to wonder if God could ever forgive her. But sometimes the answer to our deepest question is already on its way.
Voices drifted in and out of the darkness.
"...blood pressure..."
"...dehydration..."
"...call her parents..."
Asia slowly opened her eyes.
The bright lights overhead made her blink.
For a moment she couldn't remember where she was.
Then the steady beeping of a heart monitor filled the room.
A hospital.
Panic rushed through her.
Her parents.
Had they found out?
The curtain beside her bed moved gently.
A nurse stepped inside carrying a clipboard.
She looked to be in her early fifties, her smile warm enough to quiet the room.
"Good afternoon, Asia."
"You know my name?"
The nurse smiled.
"I've been expecting you."
Asia frowned.
"I... don't understand."
"You fainted at school."
The nurse adjusted the blanket around her.
"Your parents are speaking with the doctor. They'll be in shortly."
Asia's heart began racing again.
"They can't know."
The nurse looked at her with gentle eyes.
"They know you're frightened."
Asia turned her face toward the window.
"They'll hate me."
"No."
"You don't understand."
"I understand more than you think."
A tear rolled down Asia's cheek.
"I've ruined everything."
The nurse pulled a chair beside the bed.
"May I tell you something?"
Asia gave the slightest nod.
"One mistake can change the direction of a life."
She paused.
"But it never has the power to place that life beyond God's reach."
Asia stared at her.
"I asked God something last night."
"I know."
Her voice trembled.
"I asked Him if He still loved me."
The nurse's smile never faded.
"And what do you think?"
"I don't know anymore."
The nurse reached over and gently took Asia's trembling hand.
"Then let me answer."
"He loved you before yesterday."
"He loves you today."
"And He'll love you tomorrow."
"His love has never depended on your perfection."
Tears streamed freely down Asia's face.
"I don't deserve that."
"No one does."
The nurse gently squeezed her hand.
"That's why it's called grace."
A knock sounded at the door.
The nurse stood.
"Your parents are here."
She smiled one last time.
"And Asia..."
"Yes?"
"Don't be afraid to tell them the truth."
She paused.
"...so they can love you through it."
The nurse quietly stepped into the hallway.
Seconds later, her parents entered the room.
Asia looked past them.
The hallway was empty.
No nurse.
No footsteps.
No one.
Only the faint scent of lilies lingered in the air.
——— ✦ ———
Asia looked from her mother to her father.
Both stood beside the hospital bed, frightened but relieved she was awake.
Her mother reached for her hand.
"Oh, sweetheart... you scared us."
Her father tried to smile.
"We're just glad you're okay."
Asia looked toward the doorway.
The nurse was gone.
She swallowed hard.
For the first time in two days, she no longer felt completely alone.
Tears filled her eyes.
"Mom..."
Her voice trembled.
"Dad..."
"I have something I need to tell you."
Her father pulled his chair closer.
"Whatever it is..."
He gently squeezed her hand.
"...we'll face it together."
Asia closed her eyes.
She drew a slow breath.
And began.
——— ✦ ———
Far beyond the walls of the hospital, another assignment was quietly closed.
Archangel Raguel watched as a final parchment drifted into the Celestial Chamber of Requests.
Across it, in letters of light, were written only two words.
Assignment Complete.
Raguel smiled.
Another child had discovered what Heaven had known all along.
Grace had reached her first.
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