Riley
was still chuckling when the second song ended and he opened up the mic. His
throat actually hurt as he mentally slipped into the British accent he had
learned at his grandmother's knee. Jon Whitcomb-Riley once again submerged into
the on-air personality of Whit, forsaking the painstaking efforts to shed his
accent in favor of the flattened Midwestern semi-drawl of his mother's Illinois
ancestors. He reached up to the shelves next to his chair at the console and
pulled out his oversized cap and sunglasses, part of his costume when he did
remote broadcasts as Whit. Props always helped him remember who he was supposed
to be at that moment.
"All right, ladies and gents, we are back. It's that time of the week. No, not time for the weekly bath, although anyone who feels the need to indulge, please, do so. No, indeed, it is time to open up the phone lines and let the ten of you who are still awake at this -- goodness, nearly 1 a.m. -- awake at this time of the night, to chime in and let your feelings be heard. Right now, I'm reading a splendid book about dating." He pressed the first cued sound effects button and had to bite his lip to avoid a burst of laughter when the shrill shriek made Byron jump.
"No, let me reassure you, I am not heading into the matrimony marketplace. Was that a sigh of disappointment I heard filtering through the night air? I'm flattered. But not to fret, I'm simply satisfying my curiosity. Why do we date? And more importantly, why put ourselves through the uncertainty and torment? This book discusses the idea of letting go of the hunt, stopping the search, and waiting on God to bring the right person into your life. When you sit still and you stop crying out to God to bring Mr. Right or Ms. Perfect to you, there's a chance you'll actually hear God trying to tell you His will for your life. And you might just realize your soul-mate, your God-designed partner for life, has been there all along, just waiting for you to slow down and listen."
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