A strange and gentle calm seemed to move into the crude farm structure and surround him. He couldn’t have explained why, but he knew that his prayer had been answered.
Kathleen ran from the little house. “Donnigan. Donnigan.” He would be so happy to learn that she had found the Way—the One that they had been searching for.
But before she had crossed the small yard she saw the barn door open and Donnigan was running toward her.
“I found it—I found Him!” he called across the short distance.
She could tell by his glowing face that he had something exciting to share.
“You, too?” she called back as she continued to run to meet him.
“And you?” he responded.
“Yes,” she laughed, the joy bubbling up within her. “Yes!”
“Oh, Kathleen,” he managed just before he reached her.
With shining eyes and overflowing hearts, they threw their arms around each other and joyfully laughed and cried together. Nearby, several small heads lifted and little eyes watched in curiosity and awe.
Then Fiona said simply, “Guess they’re happy ’bout something.”
“I think I know,” replied Brenna, her eyes glowing again.