How Can Friendship Best Serve? (Bedelia’s back😊)

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I don’t know how Denise comes by her prompts, but they’re always Excellent!  This week she’s given us “SERVICE” to ponder, and here’s the link so you can learn more about her Six Sentence Stories weekly challenge, and join the FUN:  https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/03/24/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-152/

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70-ish Finn Canter had somewhat regressed to the dejected restless state of a 16-year-old boy suffering unrequited love; he’d hoped to become engaged to Bedelia Cornell on Valentine’s Day, but the elegant diamond ring he’d purchased remained in its black velveteen box, buried in his neatly-matched-socks drawer…waiting for the green light.

Having studied her almost a year and knowing caution was crucial, he’d made broad hints, skirted gently (he thought) around the topic of marriage—and was yet to discover turn of phrase which would be the key fitting her heart’s intricate lock.

His brother James softly scolded, “You’re forgetting she’s not a woman fond of change, Bro—marriage IS a major transition for someone who’s lived contentedly single for 40 years…far longer than you’ve been widowed.”

Finn bit his impatience in half: “I realize that—the deadlock seems to be the idea of leaving her faded cracker box to move into my home; who wouldn’t prefer greater space with brighter ambiance?—she can have 2 spare bedrooms to hide in when she needs time alone; James, she once said she believed we could talk about anything…where’s the lost trust?”

“Finn—some birds are more comfortable in smaller nests, your place is marvelous but hers is familiar; and it may not be ‘space issues’ only…maybe she’s fearful about intimacy—her ex-husband sounds like a tyrant; if you really love her, why not gladly accept generous, affectionate friendship offered—some day, she might propose to you“; James sighed… “I’ll call and ask if she still intends to help serve luncheon, following Easter services.”

Meanwhile, Bedelia was fretting while she vigorously scrubbed her kitchen as though The Lord’s return might be that very day; she knew Finn was unhappy: she’d had the brothers over for a fine St Paddy’s dinner and, unlike their many shared meals of garrulous frivolity—the dearth of conversation made the clink of forks on her lovely seashell plates sound loud as a death knell; “Oh, dear Jesus…what to do, what to do?”

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

Journey Continues

Denise’s prompt this week: FILTER

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/03/17/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-151/

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Early morning mist filtered the sun which failed to soften her mother’s words, spoken through lips pulled taut with frightened tension:  ‘Avia, promise me you’ll paint a grateful smile over your usual glum face—you’re not a child anymore, and might yet marry; don’t you realize your bad attitude could bring a curse on us all?”

Offering a silently compliant half-smile, Avia stretched, began to dress; her mother was afraid, unnerved by recent violent events—complaining was no minor offense, it was judged ‘contempt, lack of trust, rebellion, disobedience’…sin.

Punishment was swift: ten scouts who brought back negative reports were struck dead by plague, two more plagues killed 14,700 and 24,000 respectively; 250 followers of those who’d instigated a conspiracy against the exodus leaders were consumed in fire; and to everyone’s shocked horror the earth split open to swallow primary insurrectionists whole, alive (now erased from collective memory); snakebite fatalities were likely a “testing”, but made one just as dead.

As Avia stepped into the day she saw a cluster of men, heads bent in somber discussion; then she glimpsed Phinehas, Joshua and the handsome Caleb, who caught her eye and approached—his grin a thousand unfiltered sunbeams released from sculpted lips.

Her chin dropped demurely at his pleasant greeting, but she said nothing until his continued interest prompted her to fumble a few words: “I’m worried the cloud of Glorious Presence will descend again, that God remains angry and will send further plagues, or pestilence as my father speculated.”

“You needn’t be concerned,” he said, his companions’ nods conveying agreement; “God’s unfailing love is true—He freed us from slavery, provides for our every need on this journey to a beautiful land He’s already prepared; our two leaders are exemplary men—despite the riffraff’s jealous criticism which cost them their lives; we have hope now, a wonderful future—why wouldn’t we worship God alone, who requires that we not balk at statutes given for our wellbeing; prideful, dissatisfied murmurers have cause to fear, not us”—(privately she pondered if what he described, the “us”, could mean ‘her with him’).

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

On the Journey

Denise’s prompt this week is “JOURNEY”—do visit her to read fabulous posts, and quotations that make you ponder.  Write a 6-Sentence Story, you’ll be hooked—join us! 🙂  Link:  https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/03/10/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-150/

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And so she left her personal Egypt, the familiar bondage she’d been born into; (they were rescued, her mother’s face begged her to accept)—led from a harsh, predictable enslavement to who-knew-where.

Life was day-and-night wilderness, and crowded camp of strangers (some related to her) who stared as though she differed from them in unfathomable ways; wellshe was different…from birth, invisibly marked an outcast, a scapegoat; (but her late grandmother had whispered that she was marked, yes—for blessed purpose).

A milk-and-honeyed ‘promised land’, she’d overheard…that was their destination; so, why did the journey feel as intimidating and oppressive as the home she’d left…not quite frightening, yet cast in pallor of anxious dread?

One man was the same as the next (grim, formidable, to be obeyed not crossed); and the women, without variation—standing back submissively, muted gray powerlessness glazing their eyes; all liars, the lot of them—there was no future, it was gilded denial, a useless mantra to push them into another wilderness ahead.

A scouting expedition had brought mixed reports—some enthused about the peculiar abundance discovered: grape clusters twice the size of average men’s heads, and more lush fruit varieties; but most scouts were terrified—there would be battles before bounty; rumors murmured there was a split…some might turn back, or go their own direction.

She lay in the tent, pondering…her brothers were favored ones, joyful adventurers high on aerated speculations about something called a covenant promise; unmarried, she’d still and ever be a slave…barring a miracle, a genuine Savior.

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

Victory with Grace

Wonderful post about God’s grace—-we all need it desperately! Please leave comments on Mark Shields’ original post, thank you💖

This Day With God - A Spiritual Journey

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. – 1 John 1:9

Brought out in the post “Acceptance” was how the Pharisees tried to trick Jesus into making statements that would conflict with the Law of Moses. They were looking for ways to bring Jesus down because they felt threatened by His new way.

Jesus offered grace so that both the Law of Moses and the intentions of God are accomplished. Things are not that different in current times as some individuals or groups reject certain thoughts, ideas, or established traditions.

Take encouragement in the song Grace Wins by Matthew West  because our faith has one common thread that binds us; the power of Christ in what we believe and how we live. Individuals and groups are not perfect but there is always victory…

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(Photo is of candle in a pizza sauce jar filled with wooden buttons, my rare ‘craft brilliance’/gift to friends this past Christmas)

I’m glad and oh so grateful for God’s unfailing love.  The Good Shepherd never loses track of me; He finds me when I’m lost and scared, picks me up and carries me back to the Grace Path; He feeds me daily from His Word, tucks me into bed at night, and wakes me up the next day so we can do it all again.

I’m thankful for blogging.  I began the journey in 2011, have had many blogs since then—and I’m still learning things.  It brought me back to writing, the gift I thought was destroyed in the fires of life.  WordPress is the BEST, offering free blogs and helpful support—and an open door to the whole wide world.

I’m glad and grateful to meet people here that I’d otherwise never encounter—lots of personalities and boatloads of talent!!!

I’m ever thankful for diamonds tucked in the “darkness which can be felt” (Exodus 10:21)…God never forsakes us in the worst of times, nor does He leave us totally empty.  He’s the God of Much More.

Despite my periods of irritable dissatisfaction, I’m thankful the pandemic has impacted me only in minimal ways.  I appreciate that most people have suffered tremendous losses, greater than my inconveniences.

I’m way grateful for Biblehub.com—no more trying to read the tiny print in my old Concordance when I’m searching for a scripture verse!😉

I’m amazed and grateful to have made it to March, as surely Spring isn’t far off in the Pacific NW/USA.  Daylight Savings Time will be here, yippie!  And Hope’s plant may flourish again🙂

Special thanks to Lisa, whose Thankful posts remind me I should be posting my own lists!  And thank you, brother Frank—you’re a loyal follower, a fine writer and photographer, and I really enjoy our discussions about faith and scripture.

Until next time, thanks to all who visit here—may God bless you with His unfailing love, protection and strength, and give you fresh Hope and JOY Zelda

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.