Epilogue

Epilogue

Ain’t nothin’ on God’s green earth more satisfyin’ than answered prayer. That’s what I got when my Jessie called home to catch me up on the things happenin’ in her life out there in LaLa Land. That counterfeit husband o’ hers might just meet Brother Justice and—if that ain’t enough—Jessie done met the man I been prayin’ fer all these years.

“He’s like no one I’ve ever known, Grampy,” she told me.

But if she hadn’ta said it, I’da known anyways. The good Lord changed my Jessie in her troubles, no doubt about it. I knew them blinders would drop off her eyes eventually if I just took enough blood pressure medicine to keep me prayin’ fer my girl.

“He’s a God-loving man like you, Grampy.”

’Course he is.

“He makes me want to be better. And stronger.”

’Course he does.

Comes a time in everybody’s life when the prayers of the people that came before ’em start to get answered. And the Lord ’n’ me been chattin’ for years upon years. All that other stuff was just bumps in the road that took my Jessie to use the good sense the good Lord gave ’er. Set her priorities right. Drop the blinders off her eyes and see things how they really are.

No, ain’t nothin’ in the world like answered prayers, and the Lord’s got a way of whisperin’ in a sack of ears when somebody needs the fervent prayers of righteous men. And women.

Yeah. Tonight I’ll be thankin’ God for the ones He answers as well as for the ones He don’t. Jessie’s old grandpa is gonna sleep sound tonight.