Her Daughter’s Dream

“Everyone but Jason. He’s off doing some kind of training this summer.”

“I’ll come when I can.” Rather than drive back and forth twice a day to Healdsburg, she had quit the job at Java Joe’s and worked at a coffee shop near the junior college, saving time and gas money.

All the old gang turned up at the Archer house the next Wednesday evening, eager to hang out with old friends. Kim and Tom had become engaged. Amy King had lost twenty-five pounds and added blonde streaks to her brown hair. Steven Dial had shot up six inches and now towered over Dawn.

Kim’s mom stood in the front doorway and announced she was going to have a ladies’ night out with friends from church. “Coffee’s ready, and there’s hot water for any who prefer tea. Lots of cookies. Popcorn for those of you who are worried about your weight, which seems to be just about everyone these days.” She waggled her fingers at Kim. “You’re in charge. If it turns into a wild party, it’ll be your head on the block, not mine. Good night, children.” She closed the door behind her.

Everyone lounged around the living room talking about old times. Two hours passed before they got around to talking about what Bible book to study over summer. Tom Barrett suggested Song of Solomon and earned a round of guffaws and teasing remarks, while Kim reminded him, in hushed tones, they would be going through premarital counseling and could discuss all that some other time.

“Oh, yeah.” Tom groaned loudly. “Like I’m going to feel so at ease talking about sex with your father.”

Kim blushed crimson. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

The unattached of the bunch voted Song of Solomon down and suggested Proverbs. “It’s practical.” Pam grinned. “And God knows, we need practical advice on how to live the Christian life in the midst of a pagan culture.”

“As long as we skip chapter 31.” Kim smirked at Tom, and she added in an aside to Dawn and Pam, “Last thing I need right now is hearing what I have to do to be the perfect wife.”

Grinning, Tom slung an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. “Come on now, babe. Aren’t you the one who’s been telling me all Scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, for training…” He let out a yelp. “She pinched me!”

While the others laughed, Steven paged through his Bible. “We don’t have time to finish all this.”

Amy reached into a bowl of popcorn. “How about Philippians? Only four chapters and lots of encouraging words.” They put it to a quick vote and settled it.

Lying in bed that night, Dawn thought about all the steps she had taken over the past three years to grow closer to the Lord. Even though she knew she didn’t have a future with Jason, she still harbored a dream of being a wife and mother, God willing. She hadn’t considered God would have a definition for the perfect wife. Pushing the covers aside, she turned on the desk light and opened her Bible. She felt depressed after reading Proverbs 31. How could any woman be all those things? Of course, it had taken the woman time. Her children were old enough to call their mother blessed, and her husband had gained enough standing in the community to be respected as a leader, and she managed servants.

Dawn covered her face. Lord, I’ve worked so hard to become better, to become someone who could be a proper helpmate to a godly man. I know I was all wrong in the way I pursued Jason. Is it too much to hope that even so, You might have a husband and children in store for me someday?

I love you. The answer came from the depths of her. Nothing was ever wasted, not even the damage she had done. Hadn’t shame and guilt sent her down a new path?

I’ll never be perfect, Lord. I’ll never be good enough for someone like Jason.

My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.

Slipping the leather journal Oma had given her from the top drawer, Dawn wrote: How to Be a Good Wife. But as she wrote, she searched for traits that would please God rather than a man.

* * *

Pam called and asked Dawn if she’d like to get together. “We could do a little shopping and then go to Bakers Square for pie.” Dawn knew something was up. Pam hated to shop. She suggested possible days and times, and they set a date to meet at the entrance of Ross Dress for Less.

Spotting her friend coming across the parking lot, Dawn laughed. Pam looked like she had an appointment for a root canal rather than an afternoon of shopping. “What are we looking for, Pam?”

“I don’t know. You’re the one who always loved to shop.” Pam shrugged and stood outside the store. “I need your help. You always look like a fashion model, so put-together. I sort of agreed to a date with Steven.”

“What sort of date?” Dawn knew they’d gone to their high school prom together as friends, but she hadn’t noticed anything more between them.

“Dinner.”

“Sounds serious.”

“Oh, shut up. I wish I’d never…”

Dawn took her by the arm and pulled her through the front doors. “Did he say where you’re going?”

“How would I know? I mean, he could’ve meant he was taking me to Taco Bell. Something casual, I guess.” She looked around, her expression one of panic.

“You could’ve asked him where he plans to take you.”

“I did! All he’d say is it would take us an hour to get there.”

“Well, then it’s not Taco Bell. Someplace nice, probably. No jeans. No T-shirt.”

Pam rolled her eyes. “Just shoot me now.”

Dawn laughed. “Relax. This is going to be fun!” She started pulling things off racks. “Start with these. The dressing room is back there.” She pointed. “I’m going to keep looking. I’ll be there before you have the first outfit on.”

Holding half a dozen garments on hangers, Pam looked baffled. “What outfit?”

“This skirt, this top. Now go!”

After a few changes, Pam grumbled. One hand behind her head and the other on her hip, she struck a pose. “How about this one?”

“Not bad, but not all that great either. Take it off. Try these.” She hung more garment possibilities on the hook and took the discards. After an hour, Pam had had enough of being a model and pleaded for an end to the torture. Dawn pointed. “The black skirt and tunic with the red belt. It looks great on you. What about shoes?”

“Shoes?” Pam sounded horrified.

Ignoring further protest, Dawn thrust the favored garments into her friend’s arms, grabbed the others, and handed them over to the attendant on the way out of the dressing rooms. Dawn ushered Pam to the racks of shoes. She pointed out several pairs that would look nice. Pam found reasons not to try them on-too high, too red, too fancy, “You have got to be kidding me. No way!” When Pam picked up a pair of purple sneakers, Dawn grabbed them and shoved them back on the shelf. Pam reached for them again, and Dawn slapped her hand. They both laughed like little girls and finally settled on a pair of black slip-ons with two-inch heels.

“Boring, but serviceable.” Dawn shook her head in dismay. “Do you have new nylons?”

Pam seemed to shrink. “I’ll get them on the way home. I promise!”

They went to Bakers Square and sat in a booth by the front windows. Pam ordered apple pie a la mode, Dawn, caramel pecan silk supreme. They lingered and talked about college. Pam attended Arizona State and had declared a physical education major.

“How many applications have you sent out?”

Dawn debated whether to say anything. “One.”

“One? You know what they say about putting all your eggs in one basket. Which college?”

“Cal Poly.”

“Why there? I thought it was an engineering college.”

“High rep for technology and sciences. I’ll be in the nursing program.”

“Is that where Jason went?”

“Jason?” Dawn’s heart turned over.

“Jason Steward.” Pam gave her a wry smile. “Don’t pretend you’ve forgotten him.”

“No, but I thought he went to UCLA.”

“He applied, but didn’t qualify for a scholarship.”