Noah hadn’t meant to hear Sydney’s prayer, but it warmed his heart. He knew she was trying to show him he was enough for her. But, still, he needed assurance. He needed to know Sydney wasn’t thinking of Nathaniel when she was with him.
Nathaniel hadn’t even done or said anything to cause him concern, but Noah fought to abide his presence. Nathaniel excelled in ministry, which only made Noah surlier toward him. The irritating thing was Nathaniel took it all in stride. He laughed at Noah’s gruffness and told Noah he was becoming a better man of God.
Noah rolled his eyes. A part of him liked the man. But, he felt like he was back in time—reliving the Joseph and Potiphar’s wife story. Everyone talked about Joseph’s honor and integrity, but no one talked about Potiphar. Imagine knowing your wife had the hots for someone. That burned. Potiphar must have wanted to punch Nathaniel, er, Joseph in the face.
He had to be enough for Sydney because he didn’t have a back-up plan. Noah prayed about it daily. He needed to know he could trust her. Nathaniel was one good-looking dude. Yes, he was man enough to admit that. He frowned. Why wasn’t Nathaniel dating anyone? Wasn’t there anyone in the church who caught his eye? Portia didn’t look like she was ready to change her ways anytime soon.
Okay, enough of this. Noah shrugged away the thoughts and regrouped.
He wouldn’t lose any more sleep over this. He would leave things in God’s hands. Jesus, take the wheel please, because I am driving myself insane. Not once did Noah imagine falling in love could make someone so vulnerable. He looked at Sydney. She looked like an angel in her sleep. Noah touched her face. Imagine that God loved him and the church, as he loved his wife. That was a huge love. “God, I leave our marriage in Your hands. Can you please find someone for Nathaniel and put my mind at ease?”