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that would make it more perfect is someone to share it with. She shook her head in denial.
    She didn’t need anyone. Megan McCormick was self-reliant. She was finished with love, or should she say illusions. She was completely happy in her new life. She was complete, with nothing missing.
    Not entirely complete, an inner voice gently reminded. It wasn’t her own voice, but one she was hearing on a more consistent basis.
    Pastor Daniel Phillips, most commonly known as Pastor Dan, was the pastor of Cindy’s church which Megan was now making her home as well. He would say the voice she was hearing was her Heavenly Father’s. Megan wanted to believe this, but she was plagued with questions.
    For such a long time, she denied the existence of God, or at least the existence of a god, who took much interest in His creation, but no one could view the majesty of these mountains and believe they just evolved. The scene in front of her acknowledged the artistic creation of these mountains, in their entire splendor—creation by a higher power. However, there was still a question in her mind. Did the Heavenly Father, who created all of this, care for her as an individual?
    At the present, this was the debate between her and the kind man who was responsible for looking over the flock in Laurel Ridge. For some reason, Pastor Dan and his lovely wife, Penny, felt inclined to take Megan under their wings. They tried, unceasingly, to show her the love of the Heavenly Father and His son, Jesus.
    Their efforts, as well as those of Cindy and her husband, Alan, were certainly causing Megan to rethink the stance she had taken for many years. In fact, she was reexamining many things in her life, of late. Sometimes, she felt more confused than ever. At other times, she felt as if she were standing on the precipice of one of these mountains she loved so much and was about to step off into something unknown, something larger than her world had ever been. She didn’t know for sure whether it was revelation, understanding, forgiveness, or perhaps something else.
    Megan had entertained the idea of opening up to Pastor Dan by sharing with him the events of her childhood and even the most recent trauma she’d suffered. However, being the private individual she was, she continued to hesitate; sharing her recent foolhardiness would be humiliating. She recognized the fact she should have known better, but to have someone else look at her with condescending eyes would be too much. She simply did not think she could bear the further guilt.
    Guilt already weighed heavily upon her for falling for a man like Trevor. She should have recognized the signs. She, of all people, should have seen he was not at all what he proclaimed. He was too much like her father, and she should have spotted the similarities.
    Megan blamed herself for her blindness, but she blamed Trevor for his lies and for misleading her. She blamed her father for her inability to trust and for his betrayal of her and her mother. Two men whom she loved had betrayed her; she now hated them both. Megan shook her head before her thoughts became too melancholy.
    Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. The scripture found in Philippians was whispered as a gentle reminder to her heart.
    “I know. I’ve heard Pastor Dan quote that scripture,” she spoke aloud to the wind. “I am trying to do that. It’s just so hard when…when I feel so much anger. I’m not sure exactly what I’m feeling, but it’s not good. All of this just makes me hurt. I want to put it behind me. I want to be happy; I just don’t know how.”
    Megan shook her head again. “Great, now I’m talking to myself.” She looked into the heavens and took a deep breath, sighing. “I hope You’re listening.” With that, Megan gave the view one last appraisal before