Made for Each Other

“Very well,” he said. “The program was good, and Erica brought her neighbor, Aimee Blake, to the meeting. She seemed to enjoy it, and she may be interested in helping us with Siblings. I’m going to contact her about it.”

“I’ve heard Erica talk about a neighbor she’s wanted to bring to the singles meeting. She’s a widow, I believe?”

“That’s the one. She has one daughter who’s fourteen. We didn’t talk long, but I gathered Aimee was sincerely interested in our work.”

“We can use her help at the office,” Gran said. “A woman from Social Services called today, and they have two sisters they’d like us to lend a hand until they can find foster parents for them. It takes a lot of time to prepare profiles on new applicants, so I can use assistance. Besides, we have more children needing aid than we have volunteers.”

“I’ll contact Aimee sometime this weekend, and ask her to attend the Siblings meeting Tuesday evening.”

Although he wanted to see Aimee again, every time he started to dial her number that morning, Jacob got cold feet and backed out. Badly disillusioned by his fiancеe when he was barely out of his teens, he had determined not to go beyond friendship with any woman again.

If she joined the singles group, he would see her monthly, but if he saw her more often in the Siblings meetings, his attraction might grow. He had a feeling Aimee was different from the other women he’d dated. Or was she? He hadn’t reached a conclusion before he left for church that morning.

Intent on his job as an usher greeting parishioners and visitors and finding convenient seats for them, Jacob returned to the foyer just as Aimee opened the door and stepped inside. She looked a little lost until she saw him. A smile relaxed her face, and he wondered if she was aware of the enchanting picture she made when she smiled. He noted how the cobalt blouse she wore with a black suit brought out the blue of her eyes. She carried a silver bag, and large silver hoops dangled from her earlobes.

Completely disregarding his intentions to stay a safe distance from Aimee, Jacob hurried toward her with a smile. She returned his smile and accepted the hand he offered.

“Is this becoming a habit?” he said. “We keep running into each other.”

“I’m not following you,” she said with a low laugh. “I promise.”

He took a bulletin from a rack and gave it to her. “Well, it’s great that you’re here. Let me find a good seat for you.”

“Thanks, but I’m meeting Erica. I’ll wait for her.”

He indicated a row of chairs near the doors to the sanctuary. “Sit there. Erica usually arrives early, so she’ll be here soon.”

Aimee glanced through the bulletin as she waited for Erica, surreptitiously watching Jacob as he carried out his assigned duties as usher. His voice was compassionate. He was gracious to old and young alike. She noticed again how captivatingly handsome he was, and decided that Jacob’s nature matched his appearance.

Was it just coincidence, or was it significant that she had encountered Jacob three times in as many days? Her granny always used the expression “It was meant to be.” Could that be true of her meetings with Jacob? Not that she expected anything from him, but she could use another friend right now.

Her attention was diverted from Jacob when Erica hurried into the foyer. Aimee felt her face warming when Erica caught her intense scrutiny of the man. Jacob would have escorted them to a seat, but Erica waved him aside.

“Why didn’t you tell me Jacob would be at this service?” Aimee said as they walked down the aisle.

“I didn’t think about it.”

“He must be a busy man. If he’s active here at the church, has a counseling business and manages Substitute Siblings.”

“He’s busy all the time. Sometimes I think he’s a man driven to prove himself. He rarely misses a service. Neither does his grandmother, Stella Milton. If I see her, I’ll introduce you to her. You’ll like her.”

“This is a big room,” Aimee commented as they walked to the front of the long, formal sanctuary. They faced a pulpit several feet above the main floor, with a wide spread of organ pipes as a backdrop. A praise band was gathering to lead the opening service. The communion table featured an arrangement of white lilies behind an open Bible.

“The room is full most of the time. Where’s Samantha? Wouldn’t she come with you?”

Aimee answered, “I didn’t ask her. She came upstairs and announced that she was going to the mall with Jennifer. Instead of arguing, I told her that was good so she wouldn’t be alone while I went to church.”

“She looked as if she thought I’d lost it, but she didn’t say anything. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be with me, yet she doesn’t want me to go anywhere without her either. Rather ironic, isn’t it?”

The service felt a little like coming home. It was a familiar blend of hymns, prayer, Bible reading and a sermon. The minister gave a powerful sermon on the text “Choose You This Day Whom You Will Serve?” Now that she had recommitted to a closer walk with God, Joshua’s words when he called the Hebrews to repentance held particular significance for Aimee. Before the service was over, she realized how good it was to be worshiping with God’s people again.

Aimee didn’t see Jacob as she left the service. She felt a slight hurry to face Samantha and stop putting off the inevitable. She prayed for guidance on how to approach her daughter when she got home, for she didn’t want to antagonize Samantha and cause her to be even more rebellious. But as a parent, she was responsible for guiding her daughter toward maturity and hoped to reestablish a loving connection.

She drew a deep breath when she heard Samantha enter the house. Sam was carrying a bag from one of the shoe stores in the mall. No doubt she’d been spending some of the birthday money her grandparents in Florida had sent her.

“Hi, Mom,” Samantha said, and quickly turned to go to her room.

“Come in here for a moment, please.”

Samantha paused on the threshold. “Why?”

“We need to talk,” Aimee said, and Samantha’s eyes narrowed a bit. Still holding her package, Samantha flounced down on the couch opposite Aimee’s chair.

Drawing a deep breath, Aimee said, “I’ve done a lot of thinking since you left for Jennifer’s sleepover yesterday. I’ve concluded that I haven’t been a good mother to you.”

Samantha’s gray eyes, so much like her father’s, opened in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Aimee said, “I’ve given you too much attention, too much love, too much freedom to choose your friends and make other personal decisions. Lately, you’ve been acting self-centered and disrespectful, at least to me, although I hope you show respect to other adults. Starting today, that has to change.”

“What does that mean?” Samantha’s eyes studied her mother pointedly.

“For starters,” Aimee answered, “from now on I expect you to assume some household chores, at least to clean your room and make your bed. And I’m taking you to school and picking you up as I’ve always done. When our relationship is better, we’ll talk again about you riding to school with Jennifer.”

Speechless for a few seconds, Samantha finally said, “You’re kidding, right?”

Shaking her head decisively, Aimee said, “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

“Mom, when can I have a life? Stop treating me like a baby.” Samantha stared at her mother as if she were a monster.

“I’ve given you more freedom than I should have, and I’m not sure that was a good thing. I also had a call from your math teacher, and I didn’t like her report. Your grades need to improve overall. If you don’t carry a B average the rest of the year, you may have to take classes this summer.”

“That isn’t fair!”

“Perhaps not, but that’s the way it will be.”

“I’ll tell Grammy!”

“I’m sure you will, but Grandmother Blake isn’t your mother. She doesn’t get to decide what you do. Besides, I don’t think she would interfere in my decisions anyway.”

The phone rang, putting their discussion on hold as Samantha bounced out of the chair and ran to answer.

She soon returned and handed the cordless phone to Aimee. “It’s for you.”

“Who is it?” Aimee asked, thinking if it was Erica, she’d return her call later.

“I don’t know.”

Aimee sighed with exasperation. “Hello.”