Trusting Him by Brenda Minton

Author:Brenda Minton
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Romance, General, Religious, Fiction
ISBN: 9781426804687
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2007-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

The kids gathered around the photographer. He'd brought them all disposable cameras to practice with. Maggie sat next to Michael because sitting somewhere else would have been rude. Chance smiled their way and snapped a picture.

"I got a shot of the lovebirds." He sat back in his chair and laughed at the joke.

"Not cool, Chance." Michael shook his head at the teenager.

No, definitely not cool. Maggie started to get up, to put distance between them and end the thoughts zooming through the minds of the curious teenagers.

"Kids can come up with some strange ideas," Michael said as he leaned over and whispered, "Insane ideas."

The photographer, the father of a church member, invited them all to go outside. The kids rushed after him, leaving chairs scattered everywhere. Maggie went behind him, straightening the chairs.

"You really love these kids, don't you?" Michael was next to her, helping to straighten the room.

"I do love them." Because she looked at them through Faith's rose-colored glasses, seeing potential. "I was one of them."

Michael stepped back, eyeing her with disbelief reflecting in his hazel eyes. "I don't see that."

"That's because I had potential." She managed a smile. "People look at the kids, at the way they're acting and not at the reason they act that way. What's going on in their lives that makes them behave the way they do."

"You're skirting the subject. We were talking about you."

She headed toward the door with Michael behind her. As she reached for the knob, he touched her hand, stopping her. Maggie turned, carefully avoiding eye contact. His shoes were very nice.

"I'm not talking about my life. The past is the past."

"But somehow still strangely with us." His hand was still on hers, his fingers brushed her knuckles.

Maggie pulled her hand out from under his. "I was one of these kids. My only anchor was my grandmother and a Sunday school teacher who taught me that Jesus loves me."

"And someday maybe you'll tell me the rest of the story?"

"Maybe someday."

They walked outside. The kids were snapping pictures, laughing, pretending to be great photographers and models. They were dreaming of what they could be. That's what Maggie wanted for them. She wanted them to dream big and to realize their potential.

John, a studious boy with short, dark hair and wire-framed glasses was aiming at a squirrel perched in the oak tree next to the church. Michael left the group and wandered up to the boy. Maggie could hear their conversation, and she smiled.

"Newspapers need photographers, John." Michael pointed to a bird's nest and John aimed. "No one would think you're crazy for wanting that. You could take classes at the community college."

"I never thought of that." John held the camera up and focused. "I just know we can't afford the university."

"You could try for a scholarship." He patted the boy on the back. "Don't sell yourself short."

John nodded and moved away, intent on another shot. Michael walked away, his phone ringing. Maggie watched as he moved farther away from the group.

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