Chapter 9 - Page 124 - New Passion

    Jim started to answer Rhasha’s question, but the nurse interrupted him. “I’ve been showing this picture to all the patients, to give them hope,” she said. “When Jim came into the office, he saw it lying on the desk.”

    Suddenly, Rhasha understood everything. “Nurse, can I keep this picture?”

    “Sure,” the nurse replied. “You’re healed now, so we don’t need it anymore. Besides, we have other pictures of you.”

    Rhasha stood up and pulled on Jim’s arm. When he rose, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her head against his. She didn’t want to release him. Jim was very special to her, and she knew she was very special to Jim.

    They left the office together, and paused at each bed to visit with the patients. As Jim prayed for each patient, Rhasha was right at his side. She couldn’t look at him without feeling a surge of love. From that day forward, she was a different person. She loved life more than ever. She wanted to be just like Jim. She wanted everyone she met to feel like they were special to her.

    The day passed much like the day before. Rhasha continued to show her youthful energy. Jim got permission from the preacher to sing at church every Sunday, and hired Simbatu, a friend of Jackie’s and a keyboard player with band experience. He asked Jackie and Simbatu to meet with them the next day, so they could all practice together for three or four hours before playing publicly that Sunday at church.

    The next morning, Jim took Rhasha to town to buy her some clothes suitable to wear to church. He also bought a shirt and a new pair of shoes for himself.