Page 26 of Red, White, and Ewe

"It was good." Cinnamon climbed into the car and strapped on her seatbelt. She waited until he was settled before continuing their conversation. "What are we doing now?"

"I thought some ice cream would be good. Do you mind?" Mayson started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Not at all. It's a warm night. It'll help cool us down." Cinnamon offered him a smile.

Minutes later, with ice cream in hand, they strolled through the park. "What did you think about the sermon today?"

Cinnamon pulled the small spoon from her mouth, mint and chocolate mixing together on her tongue. "It was good. I think Rich does a good job at making the Bible come to life."

"I think so, too. And worship is always good at preparing me for the message." Mayson sat on a bench and stretched his long legs in front of him. "Are you reading anything specific in the Bible?"

"I've been reading the New Testament a lot lately. I finished the Gospels, and now I'm going through Acts." Cinnamon stirred her ice cream. "There's a verse that says something like 'These have turned the world upside down.' I can't shake it. That's what I want to do with my life. Turn the world upside down for Jesus."

"I think you're doing that without even realizing it." Mayson bit into his cone. After he swallowed, he continued, "With every dish you make, you're sharing Christ."

"I don't know." Cinnamon pushed her lips to the side. "I feel like it isn't enough. What good does that really do?"

"What about Stephan?" Mayson countered. "He waited tables. Yet, he died for Christ because he shared the gospel. Are you not sharing God's love with people?"

"When I can, I try to." Cinnamon spooned ice cream in her mouth and pushed it around on her tongue.

"Then that's all you can do. Trust God to do the rest."

"Look at what you do, though. You have Christian books in your cafe. You decorate the shop for each holiday and share God's love all the time." She bumped him with her shoulder. "I imagine you're doing God's work every day."

"We're each called to do His work. It's up to Him how we accomplish it."

"Maybe you should've been a pastor." Cinnamon crossed one leg over the other. "What are you reading?"

"I'm going through Genesis. Thought I'd start at the beginning again." Mayson stretched and tossed the paper around his cone into the trash, taking her small bowl and doing the same. "I find it interesting no matter how many times I've read the Bible, I always find something new."

"Same." Cinnamon stood. "Want to walk off the ice cream?"

"Sure."

They strolled around the park, passing kids on the playground. Their giggles rang and landed straight into Cinnamon's heart. "Do you want kids, Mayson?"

"Maybe. It would be nice to have little me's running around." Mayson entwined his fingers with hers.

"Little?" Cinnamon forced a chuckle, focused on their hands. "I doubt they'd be little."

Mayson's warm chuckle soothed her. "That's true. They'll probably be giants, like Goliath."

"Is that one of the names you'd pick for your son?"

Mayson's lips curled. "No son of mine will be named Goliath. A daughter maybe, but not a son."

Cinnamon's laugh burst out of her. Mayson joined in, giving her hand a squeeze. "You crack me up, Mays."

"I rely on my humor a lot." He wiggled his eyebrows. "My grandmother used to say that I needed to be funny. Looks come and go, but if I could keep a woman laughing, I'd have a happy marriage indeed." He raised his voice a higher pitch.

"I imagine she said that in that voice, too."

"You got that right." Mayson grinned, his eyes softening. "What about you?"

"My grandmother never told me that."

Mayson rolled his eyes and laughed. "Not about being funny. Do you want kids?"

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