Jasmine's Place Issue No. 16 - August 2015 | Page 29

The sterile fluorescent lights
made it feel more like a
minimum-security prison than a
corporate lobby. Camille took a
deep breath and burbled it back
out in a way she'd never have
done if there was anyone else
present in the room. Suddenly,
her heart sank with the kind of
tidal wave of dread and regret
that might accompany a life-long
goal that is no longer attainable.
Oh no - security cameras!
you n-"
The receptionist froze at Camille's
startled shriek. To add insult to
injury, notes and pages landed in
every possible order and
direction as Camille's
painstakingly-prepared-
presentation-notebook hit the
floor. Cam did likewise,
scrambling for papers as if
groping for God's delightful,
hidden, joyous purpose - which
seemed to be suddenly AWOL.
Panic-stricken, she glanced at the
ceiling, inspecting the corners for
tell-tale hardware, convinced
someone was going to discover
her for a complete and total dork. "I-sorry-um..."
"Get a grip, Cam...God's in
control, right?" She scolded
herself. With determination,
Camille paused, took another
deep breath, and turned to that
trusted place of prayer that had
so often shepherded her through
difficult times. After all, The Lord
had opened this door of
opportunity - a once in a lifetime
interview! “Miss Larson is here for her 10:30
and currently sprawled on the
ground recovering what I believe
is her presentation Sir,” the
receptionist answered robotically
without thought or purpose.
He did it for a reason…His plan,
His purposes. His unbelievably
fantastic Amazing Grace. And His
unadulterated unconditional
agape love. Yes, He was-
"Miss Larson? Mr. Mills will see
"What's going on out there?!?"
thundered a voice from inside the
hallowed offices.
She knew she had
someone in her corner
that was in control.
And He was the
catalyst for the story…
Camille’s face burned as she
hurriedly scooped the papers
from the ground. Her heart was
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