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He woke up this morning with unsettled emotions. He had yet to finish God’s mission, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait for his sweet Mia. The world had too many sinners that needed saving, and it was a daunting task to complete. He worried that this was a charge he would never finish.
His body yearned for Mia. How much longer must he wait to make her his? He prayed God would answer him soon. He knew better than to doubt God’s plan. He should consider himself special, God chose him to be His divine messenger. He would wait until God told him he could make her his. Continuing God’s mission was the only thing that mattered right now.
After saying his morning prayers, he brewed a pot of coffee and walked outside to get his daily paper. When he saw the front page story, he knew God had just spoken to him. Soon Mia would be his.
Sitting at the kitchen table with his cup of coffee and paper, he read the article in more depth. The top story was not about the hurricane, but about the mission God had him on. His heart swelled with pride. Today everyone would be talking about his work.
The reporter stated that skeletal remains were recovered from the bayou, having been stirred up by the hurricane that ravaged this area. Hurricane Henry must have been God’s way of releasing the bodies from their watery grave. Now he knew it was God’s will for him to purify this town of sinners for Mia.
The article did not give too much information other than bodies having been found. He wondered if the local sheriff’s department would be handling the case or if they would have to bring in outside help, maybe even the FBI.
If there were enough of a public outcry, they would have no choice but to bring in outside help. He must be careful now that they knew about his work; he could not be caught.