Serafine could not believe it. Grammy did it. She heard every word. Every detail. She had spared no expense. No wonder she had pulled together a very diligent crew to encourage Serafine to relocate, permanently to Houston.
Cooper walked her around the property that was so familiar yet new to her. The layout did not change but the structures had been updated. The cabins added. The central facility was new.
“I am in shock.”
Serafine looked over the pond remembering her carefree days as a child. Grammy made sure she wanted for nothing. She was loved. She was cared for. But as she grew up that wasn’t enough. Her parents left a hole in her heart. And nothing Grammy did helped repair it, no matter how hard she tried.
“Can I help you?”
Serafine turned around and her breathe caught. He looked familiar.
“No. This is my property so you are trespassing.”
Serafine quickly scanned the land and saw they were alone. She pulled her purse strap up her shoulder and slid her hand inside. She gripped the spray without breaking eye contact with the stranger.
…my favorite book, tucked near my favorite passage. Have fun!
Serafine did not agree with Grammy and she told Rachel so as soon as she made it back to her car.
“I feel like Grammy is trying to make me lose what last bit of sense I have left.”
“Well, she is creative, you have to give her that.”
Serafine gripped the steering wheel tightly, slowly rolling her hands back and forth. She was nervous.
She ducked her head slightly to look up at the house. From the driveway she could see him waving at her from the front-door screen. Waving back, she reached for the door handle grabbing her purse from the passenger seat. Before pulling it onto her shoulder she checked to make sure the letter was inside. It was. And now to find the second clue.
“Grammy here I go,” she whispered looking up at the sky, “please keep the peace between us.”
Have you ever had a moment when you were determined to encourage another and as the words exited you immediately knew it was meant for you to hear too?
This happened to me today.
As I see the end of the month nearing I’m excited but I realize I must decide on what will happen after my 31 days come to an end.
Serafine stared at her cellphone on the end table. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d spoke with her father. Actually she did. It was a few days after Grammy’s home-going service. He tried to talk with her, to comfort her. But she did not know how to accept his presence, let alone, his embrace.
It was awkward.
Serafine shrugged. They had always had a strained relationship. He and her mother left her to live with Grammy and as far as she was concerned he did not exist. But the reality is, he did exist. And he had all of Grammy’s belongs, if he hadn’t sold them off.
Drugs tore her family apart.
“So what is Miss Jo talking about?”
I am co-facilitating a small group. Our focus in on prayer. And during the introductory session we all agreed to:
1. Read the bible daily.
2. Memorize scripture.
3. Pray daily.
I am doing these thing and spending a considerable amount of time preparing and praying for the women in the group. While praying for them and writing God is doing a number on me.
I am not certain whether I should share…or not. Thus, this post is probably a little more personal than the past posts. Because as He does this number on me I am very aware of change lingering on the horizon.
So today’s post…ugh…
As I write this post I’m literally moving from project to project. I feel like this is a season of getting it–whatever tasks it may be–DONE.
But with the high levels of output come expectancy.
Expecting the fulfillment of the desires of our hearts.
I hope to offer you encouragement today. If you, like me, are moving in faith, against all odds.