Catching his return flight, Mike landed in Atlanta before nine o’clock. He resisted the urge to run by Matt and Sarah’s and sought I-75 south instead. He would have loved to visit with his friends, even if only for a few minutes. The agony of saying goodbye last week continued to weigh on his heart, though, and he did not want to be tempted by the false hope of a brief encounter. It was better that he return home and give an account of his day in Albuquerque to his parents. They awaited their son and could be trusted to give an honest appraisal of the situation.
He would spend time tonight discussing the opportunity with God. Not enough evenings had played host to such conversations, something Mike intended to remedy. Now more than ever, he needed a little guidance in his life.
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