Overheard Conversation
I had the opportunity to travel over the past few days. While in the airport, I overheard a conversation as I sat beside two friends–ladies apparently taking some girl time. These are a few of the quips I heard:
“The days seem longer these days. While they once started with sunlight waking the morning, they now begin before the world stirs.”
“When did the spark leave my life? Why is it so difficult to focus on tasks at hand?”
I watched as a shoulder shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Truth is still truth.”
Disjointed?
I got the sense that these ladies had known each other for a long time. They shared shorthanded conversations and were completely comfortable to leave gaps between topics. Their history gave them the type of continuity that words weren’t always needed.
After they left to board their flight, their exchange stayed with me. I examined my own thoughts regarding words. Prayer brought comfort.
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Galatians 6:9
What’s all that mean
We can all pull up and pause there. Truth is always the truth. In a time when there is confusion everywhere, don’t lose sight of that one simple truth.
The sun will rise in the east, whether we see it or not. That’s a truth.
Even if the spark leaves life, we must to weary when we do good. That’s a truth.
Don’t be distracted
Don’t be distracted by all the ugliness in social media. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
So rest if your energy is spent. Know that doing good … seeing good … speaking good will win out in the end.
Here’s a reminder as to how the ladies’ friendship began.
Can a woman on the run find herself again?
Ladies of the Fire
brought us to the late 1960s as we met the newly-widowed Lily-Rose Pembrick reeling as she fled Lincoln, Nebraska, with her children. Only taking the cash from the house safe and what she could get her hands on at the family bank, she left the recently-inherited and successful Pembrick Transportation company behind. Exhausted from driving all night, she stopped in Applegate, Ohio, and decided to start a new life on Norwood Street. There, she met Fiona Kasey, an African-American no-nonsense housekeeper/companion to an elderly white woman, and Sugar Bowersox, a Southern spitfire who has lost herself in motherhood.
Together, they enjoyed Lily-Rose’s backyard fire pit, where dreams were spoken and secrets revealed. As they embraced a kinship they never would have sought, Lily-Rose began thinking her past could finally be laid to rest—until someone ended up dead.
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