Damsels In Distress:31

Damsels in Distress 31: Jade and Aurora

He Helps Us Overcome Every Obstacle

 

 

Aurora and Jade had been friends for over five years. In age they were peers, and persevered in several of their areas of interest that intersected in a strong and often delightful way. Both played basketball in high school,  although Aurora was a forward and Jade was a guard. They laughed once that they pretty much cancelled each other out, unless they were playing some outside team and then of course both had pivotal roles to fill.  They were distilled in the same ambrosia of income, (and they were very unlike in their height and size. One was tall and lean and the other, though just as keen, was shorter and a little heavier to her chagrin.  (How did that word come off my pen?” Want to guess who fit each bill? Well, I will save you the time so you will desire to read on. and not feel the necessity to “slime me.’  I am afraid I am a “little” obsessed and thus tend to go long. Usually catch the pass, but never want to be last. Might have to “fast” (See God 101.)

It was Jade who was the tall Green Giant and thus Aurora (the dawn in mythology) was the smaller and stouter. But neither was a pouter and they accepted their looks as much as was possible, as we can attest in today’s society Why did looks get so influential? This was never a point of departure and they used their own special gifts, being fast and being tall ( good blocker, “more mass,” they laughed). And then passed. They had rehearsals for their special vocal and theatrical (like me) roles. And they were also bold.

They were very full of life not just that they were alive but that they lived it to the fullest. They had practice every day after school so they really did spend a great deal of time, both at home and school, together. They certainly were tethered, and some would say, “feathered”, (in “birds of a feather” lore.)

Were there distinctions? (Of course, “silly goose”)  Aren’t there in every friendship? I vote yes, and I am writing this, so take it for real. Otherwise write your own “prosity.” Not really. I would have no customers! If one could peel the rind of theses ladies  selfness, one would find love and kindness and sense of humor and “smarts” and even a love for the game of darts. They had learned that together and it was a secure spot in which to find them on a day they were stuck inside. In liquor and drugs, they did not imbibe.  Thank God, and they did, as a matter of fact,  pray every day.

Prayer sustained them and they gained ever new perspectives from their closeness to their Father as they called Him. There was always time for a prayer for the day, and then they were outfitted  and protected. Aurora’s mother had taught them about  “Putting on the Amour of God every morning and it was revolutionary and wow did it work. There was no telling how many disasters they had been able to avoid by taking God with them wherever they went. He was indeed a “”God send.” And just to keep you informed, you too can go to Ephesians and learn the prayer for yourself, unless you want to chance fate, and I don’t personally like to take the deceiver on a date. He is way too full of hate and can (as learned in the Sunday sermon, perpetrate our inner being and if we listen to his hateful description of who we are, there is little fun in the day. So….pray! He lies!!!!

Both these young ladies were very good in some form of performance. One extolled in plays, and the other in dramatic interpretation. They were once again right on in their interests. And the difference in their specialties kept them happy, competing for the same votes, so to say. Aurora and Jade were sisters by choice, not by birth. What would be the worth if one wanted to debate that. But after all, isn’t that nice? They could not choose their parents and siblings but they could choose their friends It is a growing trend. Keep that in mind, for it is according to God, a wonderful way to play and not bring about dismay. Orally, they were strong on strong. They were not great singers, but they did sing a  spiritual song. Jade is the better actress and was in the One Act Play that went to state last year in competition, and Aurora won also in Dramatic Interpretation.

They practiced those proclivities together also, “run lines”, so to speak, in that art of performing. And just to put your mind at rest, they were very talented in this in so many things. And none of them did they detest. They had grown up in middle class families and watched the role models of their parents as they squeezed every dollar until it cried aloud! Let me go you clod! You are hurting me, and I will have to become a smaller “bill.” (LOL  time for a light note.) They studied together, did chores in each other’s houses together, ran their lines as they worked and they had never been called “jerks.” They were well respected by their classmates who actually (o be truthful) envied their joy and hard work. and mostly their disciples. And the perks that they sought, had classmates trying to imitate them. That is,of course, the greatest part of valor. To bring others in on their plan and help them since they were rapidly becoming fans.

They were young adults now and no longer really children, but they were still each other’s best friend and would be until the end. (either their deaths or the return of Jesus to rapture His family on earth, which might part might be translated  first and others later (Read  your Book) and how could anyone lose, these are both true and valuable and “remainable.” (New word if you did not notice). That is one of the great fun things about writing, you can do so at your own risk and it is fun to invent even words,  which, by the way, this form of writing is, the “prosity.”  Never heard anyone call it that? Probably NOT because it only exists, now, at least, with me. So you are in a new exciting writing environment. Prose with many inlaid rhyming words. The construction, is  a little  harder to write, but I hope it is worth the effort. And if no one but me reads them, so be it. But I leave any judgment to God and if He wants someone to read them, He will bring them and it will come to pass. He s the”mover and the shaker” of all things even my writing.  He told me in prayer to do it and I do my best to obey. Every day I listen for what He has to say.

Oh well, back to the story. Jade and Aurora were lovely and sweet and all things neat. They were all that God had intended them to be. But that only occurs when one is in His grace and in the path set perfectly for that person’s place.  You, or anyone, need to pray for His leading to find out His desire for your particular life. Otherwise one may find that the real world, (these days particularly) are full of strife.  The End draws nigh, just don’t know when (Carry a knife, friends.) Legally, of course. Emergencies only.

“But when one walks with God,  “ Jade remarked to her best friend, Aurora) “ there is that safely net of His love to save us when we fall, and of course, we do fall. Everyone does. We were born into this world as humans with tremendous strife all around, and a sin nature because of the fall from His glorious heaven.  (Dang that beautiful Lucifer, AKA,  Satan, who thought he would out do God and be the leader of the universe. (He was wrong, in case you have not heard. And to receive His peace, that is the only way to play. Please lead others, Father” into Your realm and teach them how to receive not just salvation, the greatest gift but grace, and mercy and forgiveness.  And the right way to live. When one or two, as is the case of us, my friend, are gathered together He will be among us. Aurora, we are the lucky ones. We were raised in a home with parents who put God first, not the world; not huge sums of money, not looks, not any tangible workless oriented life style or,  existence, God’s simple plan for all of us who will listen, is to love Him and to love one another.  (the Motto of our church, (.The  Current) Suffer with your friends, and make amends for your failings ands confess them immediately to God and ask for His forgiveness which He is so eager to bestow upon us when we fall into sin.” Then Jade smiled and raised her hand to heaven. “”Lift Holy Hands,  He says.  Please help us Father, to be harbingers, (not to announce spring) but to be prayer warriors for others and to be ambassadors of the faith, which will make us able to spread the gospel to others until all know Him. Wow! my friend, we have a mighty task. But with His help we can last. We need to throw away the past and reach toward the goal of winning souls for Father God. You Father, are the light, the truth the way. And everyone needs to know you. That is what the Good Book has to say.”.

Then they went out to play badminton using the net in Jade’s back yard. They had done chores in order to purchase this kit. They loved the running and hitting and laughing at their ridiculous off to the right or left hits and cheered one another in their moments of great shots.,when they got amazingly “hot.” This is just one more of the activities with which they filled their time. They did not go to bars, or smoke weed, or spend tremendous amounts of money going to movies. (Or buying new clothes). They were like their parents, careful with what they had,. And they had been taught to work, do chores, get part time jobs etc. They did not expect multitudes of presents at Christmas time. They did not expect their patents to cater to their whims. People shouldn’t for they are then classified as “dim witted.” And they can’t ask to be completely equipped with a closest full of new clothes. Change them around, that shows your creativity. And you can have fun. Both in the house and in the sun.

I do hope you, dear readers, are able to ascertain ways in which you can follow these examples,  that come directly from God’s Word and be a good steward of those things which are given to us, and be prepared and willing to give time to share what His word says at every possible juncture and in all situations  which He lays out for us. “Be generous,” Jade remarked. “Yes, and find people who are not able to provide for themselves, for we are Jesus’ ambassadors to a dying world. We need to do our part to let others know the proper way to live each day. I love being the God-given recipient of His mercy and compassion. He fills me up with songs of glory. He fills me up with tales of worth, He deals me grace I do not merit, and in the end of times, when the earth is so riddled with discouraging and unfair events. He prepares me for the end.

Then they were off to buy groceries for the week to help out Aurora’s mother. She was working overtime this week and they wanted to be helpful to her. Yes, they are very good ladies. They know how to live and they love to give, not just receive, but to give, give and give some more.

Open the doors and windows and scream out the good news; shake off the bad news, and find the salient “clues” and if they haul you off for being “obnoxious,” you can scream back, “Go ahead and lock me up for I will find those incarcerated with me who are actually a “trapped audience.” and God will accept them and move them up. That works for me.” Jade declared. “ I am not afraid to share the gospel with any who will listen, and I will never miss out on a chance to inform others of  the things of God that they do not know. I will reach down and pull up any who are falling, and stand side by side with the ones who are needy but aware of how their need can be met. I will never be silent when my Father leads me to speak. I belong to Him.”

Aurora stepped in and helped her friend, And when they had talked and shared and answered questions, for all those who were standings all around. Those there were astounded.. They stood there with tears in their eyes for they had learned how to obtain the ultimate prize. One said, “God has spoken to us via these young vibrant young women and I intend to find a church to attend before next week. I will go where they go and learn these things that God and Jesus have to tell. I dropped out of school when I was in the eighth grad and don’t spell well or write very clearly, but I can store these messages in my heart!” And another one said. “Surely they are from God Himself, for they speak miracles and teachings, and they are not even really preaching, At least not in the way I have always thought those “churchy” things were boring, yet  I am all astir.”

And the statements continued to come form the many who had gathered and they were similar and yet personal. And they told Aurora and Jade how much they believed their lives had now been impacted.

The girls smiled that enigmatic smile for which they were known, picked up their rackets and continued their game. They knew they had once been the same and had shame and now they were washed in the “blood of the Lamb.” Aurora said to Jade, “Now we can continue our play, and feel good about the sharing of His gospel. I really think some of them will follow through.” ‘Yes, Jade declared, “God was with us. Emmanuel.” “Your serve,, buddy.” And the game was continued and they were now waiting for what else might be on the menu. They moved when God told them and were obedient and would be unto death.” Jesus was the Greatest One obedient unto death and that death saved and is saving and will be saving until the Rapture and even then others will eventually be impacted. God is love.” Amen and Amen.

Stay tuned for more soon. I got a little “preachy”, but I was just following my Father’s lead ,and I feel He wanted me to speak so I spoke. Most of my writings are not so filled with the Message, but He rewrote this one, so these are His words. And no matter what kind of “”nerd” I may seem to be.  I typed, and I don’t question God. Again I say Amen and amen. Soon there will be another one for your to read and maybe the teaching parts will be less bossy(NO, that is my cow, never mind.) See you soon. But not on the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty the Sleuth 11: Santana and Suzanne

Our Unshaken Lord

 

 

 

Santana Wilson was humming along with the radio in her car.

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Damsels in Distress: 31

Damsels in Distress 31: Jade and Aurora

He Helps Us Overcome Every Obstacle

 

 

Aurora and Jade had been friends for over five years. In age they were peers, and persevered in several of their areas of interest that intersected in a strong and often delightful way. Both played basketball in high school,  although Aurora was a forward and Jade was a guard. They laughed once that they pretty much cancelled each other out, unless they were playing some outside team and then of course both had pivotal roles to fill.  They were distilled in the same ambrosia of income, (and they were very unlike in their height and size. One was tall and lean and the other, though just as keen, was shorter and a little heavier to her chagrin.  (How did that word come off my pen?” Want to guess who fit each bill? Well, I will save you the time so you will desire to read on. and not feel the necessity to “slime me.’  I am afraid I am a “little” obsessed and thus tend to go long. Usually catch the pass, but never want to be last. Might have to “fast” (See God 101.)

It was Jade who was the tall Green Giant and thus Aurora (the dawn in mythology) was the smaller and stouter. But neither was a pouter and they accepted their looks as much as was possible, as we can attest in today’s society Why did looks get so influential? This was never a point of departure and they used their own special gifts, being fast and being tall ( good blocker, “more mass,” they laughed). And then passed. They had rehearsals for their special vocal and theatrical (like me) roles. And they were also bold.

They were very full of life not just that they were alive but that they lived it to the fullest. They had practice every day after school so they really did spend a great deal of time, both at home and school, together. They certainly were tethered, and some would say, “feathered”, (in “birds of a feather” lore.)

Were there distinctions? (Of course, “silly goose”)  Aren’t there in every friendship? I vote yes, and I am writing this, so take it for real. Otherwise write your own “prosity.” Not really. I would have no customers! If one could peel the rind of theses ladies  selfness, one would find love and kindness and sense of humor and “smarts” and even a love for the game of darts. They had learned that together and it was a secure spot in which to find them on a day they were stuck inside. In liquor and drugs, they did not imbibe.  Thank God, and they did, as a matter of fact,  pray every day.

Prayer sustained them and they gained ever new perspectives from their closeness to their Father as they called Him. There was always time for a prayer for the day, and then they were outfitted  and protected. Aurora’s mother had taught them about  “Putting on the Amour of God every morning and it was revolutionary and wow did it work. There was no telling how many disasters they had been able to avoid by taking God with them wherever they went. He was indeed a “”God send.” And just to keep you informed, you too can go to Ephesians and learn the prayer for yourself, unless you want to chance fate, and I don’t personally like to take the deceiver on a date. He is way too full of hate and can (as learned in the Sunday sermon, perpetrate our inner being and if we listen to his hateful description of who we are, there is little fun in the day. So….pray! He lies!!!!

Both these young ladies were very good in some form of performance. One extolled in plays, and the other in dramatic interpretation. They were once again right on in their interests. And the difference in their specialties kept them happy, competing for the same votes, so to say. Aurora and Jade were sisters by choice, not by birth. What would be the worth if one wanted to debate that. But after all, isn’t that nice? They could not choose their parents and siblings but they could choose their friends It is a growing trend. Keep that in mind, for it is according to God, a wonderful way to play and not bring about dismay. Orally, they were strong on strong. They were not great singers, but they did sing a  spiritual song. Jade is the better actress and was in the One Act Play that went to state last year in competition, and Aurora won also in Dramatic Interpretation.

They practiced those proclivities together also, “run lines”, so to speak, in that art of performing. And just to put your mind at rest, they were very talented in this in so many things. And none of them did they detest. They had grown up in middle class families and watched the role models of their parents as they squeezed every dollar until it cried aloud! Let me go you clod! You are hurting me, and I will have to become a smaller “bill.” (LOL  time for a light note.) They studied together, did chores in each other’s houses together, ran their lines as they worked and they had never been called “jerks.” They were well respected by their classmates who actually (o be truthful) envied their joy and hard work. and mostly their disciples. And the perks that they sought, had classmates trying to imitate them. That is,of course, the greatest part of valor. To bring others in on their plan and help them since they were rapidly becoming fans.

They were young adults now and no longer really children, but they were still each other’s best friend and would be until the end. (either their deaths or the return of Jesus to rapture His family on earth, which might part might be translated  first and others later (Read  your Book) and how could anyone lose, these are both true and valuable and “remainable.” (New word if you did not notice). That is one of the great fun things about writing, you can do so at your own risk and it is fun to invent even words,  which, by the way, this form of writing is, the “prosity.”  Never heard anyone call it that? Probably NOT because it only exists, now, at least, with me. So you are in a new exciting writing environment. Prose with many inlaid rhyming words. The construction, is  a little  harder to write, but I hope it is worth the effort. And if no one but me reads them, so be it. But I leave any judgment to God and if He wants someone to read them, He will bring them and it will come to pass. He s the”mover and the shaker” of all things even my writing.  He told me in prayer to do it and I do my best to obey. Every day I listen for what He has to say.

Oh well, back to the story. Jade and Aurora were lovely and sweet and all things neat. They were all that God had intended them to be. But that only occurs when one is in His grace and in the path set perfectly for that person’s place.  You, or anyone, need to pray for His leading to find out His desire for your particular life. Otherwise one may find that the real world, (these days particularly) are full of strife.  The End draws nigh, just don’t know when (Carry a knife, friends.) Legally, of course. Emergencies only.

“But when one walks with God,  “ Jade remarked to her best friend, Aurora) “ there is that safely net of His love to save us when we fall, and of course, we do fall. Everyone does. We were born into this world as humans with tremendous strife all around, and a sin nature because of the fall from His glorious heaven.  (Dang that beautiful Lucifer, AKA,  Satan, who thought he would out do God and be the leader of the universe. (He was wrong, in case you have not heard. And to receive His peace, that is the only way to play. Please lead others, Father” into Your realm and teach them how to receive not just salvation, the greatest gift but grace, and mercy and forgiveness.  And the right way to live. When one or two, as is the case of us, my friend, are gathered together He will be among us. Aurora, we are the lucky ones. We were raised in a home with parents who put God first, not the world; not huge sums of money, not looks, not any tangible workless oriented life style or,  existence, God’s simple plan for all of us who will listen, is to love Him and to love one another.  (the Motto of our church, (.The  Current) Suffer with your friends, and make amends for your failings ands confess them immediately to God and ask for His forgiveness which He is so eager to bestow upon us when we fall into sin.” Then Jade smiled and raised her hand to heaven. “”Lift Holy Hands,  He says.  Please help us Father, to be harbingers, (not to announce spring) but to be prayer warriors for others and to be ambassadors of the faith, which will make us able to spread the gospel to others until all know Him. Wow! my friend, we have a mighty task. But with His help we can last. We need to throw away the past and reach toward the goal of winning souls for Father God. You Father, are the light, the truth the way. And everyone needs to know you. That is what the Good Book has to say.”.

Then they went out to play badminton using the net in Jade’s back yard. They had done chores in order to purchase this kit. They loved the running and hitting and laughing at their ridiculous off to the right or left hits and cheered one another in their moments of great shots.,when they got amazingly “hot.” This is just one more of the activities with which they filled their time. They did not go to bars, or smoke weed, or spend tremendous amounts of money going to movies. (Or buying new clothes). They were like their parents, careful with what they had,. And they had been taught to work, do chores, get part time jobs etc. They did not expect multitudes of presents at Christmas time. They did not expect their patents to cater to their whims. People shouldn’t for they are then classified as “dim witted.” And they can’t ask to be completely equipped with a closest full of new clothes. Change them around, that shows your creativity. And you can have fun. Both in the house and in the sun.

I do hope you, dear readers, are able to ascertain ways in which you can follow these examples,  that come directly from God’s Word and be a good steward of those things which are given to us, and be prepared and willing to give time to share what His word says at every possible juncture and in all situations  which He lays out for us. “Be generous,” Jade remarked. “Yes, and find people who are not able to provide for themselves, for we are Jesus’ ambassadors to a dying world. We need to do our part to let others know the proper way to live each day. I love being the God-given recipient of His mercy and compassion. He fills me up with songs of glory. He fills me up with tales of worth, He deals me grace I do not merit, and in the end of times, when the earth is so riddled with discouraging and unfair events. He prepares me for the end.

Then they were off to buy groceries for the week to help out Aurora’s mother. She was working overtime this week and they wanted to be helpful to her. Yes, they are very good ladies. They know how to live and they love to give, not just receive, but to give, give and give some more.

Open the doors and windows and scream out the good news; shake off the bad news, and find the salient “clues” and if they haul you off for being “obnoxious,” you can scream back, “Go ahead and lock me up for I will find those incarcerated with me who are actually a “trapped audience.” and God will accept them and move them up. That works for me.” Jade declared. “ I am not afraid to share the gospel with any who will listen, and I will never miss out on a chance to inform others of  the things of God that they do not know. I will reach down and pull up any who are falling, and stand side by side with the ones who are needy but aware of how their need can be met. I will never be silent when my Father leads me to speak. I belong to Him.”

Aurora stepped in and helped her friend, And when they had talked and shared and answered questions, for all those who were standings all around. Those there were astounded.. They stood there with tears in their eyes for they had learned how to obtain the ultimate prize. One said, “God has spoken to us via these young vibrant young women and I intend to find a church to attend before next week. I will go where they go and learn these things that God and Jesus have to tell. I dropped out of school when I was in the eighth grad and don’t spell well or write very clearly, but I can store these messages in my heart!” And another one said. “Surely they are from God Himself, for they speak miracles and teachings, and they are not even really preaching, At least not in the way I have always thought those “churchy” things were boring, yet  I am all astir.”

And the statements continued to come form the many who had gathered and they were similar and yet personal. And they told Aurora and Jade how much they believed their lives had now been impacted.

The girls smiled that enigmatic smile for which they were known, picked up their rackets and continued their game. They knew they had once been the same and had shame and now they were washed in the “blood of the Lamb.” Aurora said to Jade, “Now we can continue our play, and feel good about the sharing of His gospel. I really think some of them will follow through.” ‘Yes, Jade declared, “God was with us. Emmanuel.” “Your serve,, buddy.” And the game was continued and they were now waiting for what else might be on the menu. They moved when God told them and were obedient and would be unto death.” Jesus was the Greatest One obedient unto death and that death saved and is saving and will be saving until the Rapture and even then others will eventually be impacted. God is love.” Amen and Amen.

Stay tuned for more soon. I got a little “preachy”, but I was just following my Father’s lead ,and I feel He wanted me to speak so I spoke. Most of my writings are not so filled with the Message, but He rewrote this one, so these are His words. And no matter what kind of “”nerd” I may seem to be.  I typed, and I don’t question God. Again I say Amen and amen. Soon there will be another one for your to read and maybe the teaching parts will be less bossy(NO, that is my cow, never mind.) See you soon. But not on the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty the Sleuth 11: Santana and Suzanne

Our Unshaken Lord

 

 

 

Santana Wilson was humming along with the radio in her car.

Beauty the Sleuth Part Two

 

Beauty the Sleuth : 15  Part Two

The Heart of the Matter

 

 

 

 

(Scroll down if you have not read Part One, so you will know the basis of this part two. You may need to review.)

 

I think, knowing Halo as I do, that you will want to bring to the front of your mind the prior knowledge of their “kind” the hard hitting and friend setting and the events of terror and fear that that was suggested, begun, and almost perpetuated completely on Spring. (Car Massacre, attempted.) She had then telephoned Halo and was instructed  by Halo to, ” Come over here immediately, because I don’t want to leave you all alone with the tone of this event and the prospect that they (the bad guys) might try again,  and at this point we know how serious they are and they might win.”

She could not erase the vision of the careening of the “death car” and its screeching tires, as she had been told by Spring” that had occurred.  It was a true miracle that she had been able to throw her body out of the way. It is certainly a matter of prayer, she thought, that prayer of protection we use every day to protect us from the wiles of Satan. Haloended the conversation by telling  Spring that she thought she was in the “killing zone.” That was all Spring needed to hear to begin packing a bag.

It was approaching twilight when Spring arrived at the site of Halo’s home. She had driven over alone after their phone call and her “near death” experience. She rang the bell on the front door and heard strains of “Let It Be,” on the stereo. They were both big Beatles’ fans so this was not surprising to Spring.  Its sound was surging forth as the door was opened but she had time to think, let “what “be? Then she , knowing her friend so well , that she was using this as a fight song. Yes, they believed in God, but they also had to do things to protect themselves. They could not put this happening “on the shelf.”  She and Halo had to protect themselves as best they could, and that was pretty well. And Halo was swell, on top of that.

She had not yet convinced herself that it was somewhat  apropos of what she lived and breathed every day. She let no thought escape, no rumor untested. And occasionally they had to protest, and stand. These criminals had caused them to “take a stand,” and they had arsenals on hand themselves. This gross misadventure had to be quelled. They believed in God so there was no “spell” unless it was prayer, which was a constant in their lives.            She was the “drama queen,” and Halo was the “dragon slayer.” Together they were a formidable team, and this was not the only time they had felt their lives were on the line, and then as would happen now, they would prove they were not timid little mice unable to save themselves. Difficult as this was, she still found her mind roaming over other tough times, and they had always prevailed. They had that strengthened “wind in their sails,” and once again she knew they, she and Halo, would sail through these rough seas as well. She was sure of it. (As sure as anyone in these days can be..) But there are no limits on what God can do.

After all they were “players,” and they were not the “hide under the bed” kind of women. ( They could even change a light bulb!) Glory be,  God has set us free!. Free to be you and me she thought. “Halo we will find them and we will make them pay. I know you so well and with our combined strength, we will send them to “H….” That is where they belong and we will assist them on their journey. Why waste time? “

Her friend Halo had convulsed into laughter at her theatrics and usual antics. She loved this friend like a sister, and she was glad she had determined the final outcome although they did not yet know how to carry that off. Scoffers beware, there is power of person and of Almighty God facing this problem and combined wills and the strength of ‘steel’ to boot. This capture would be done for them and for the neighborhood, for their success would put the guilty persons into jail for their crimes. And although they were not at all sure what other agendas and crimes might be involved they know that what-ever was in play, they would end the villains’ day.

Halo spoke up and as usual, she was cool, calm and collected. “Take off your coat and stay a while,” she instructed her best friend. She was so glad to see her. This adventure was not a pretty picture. And her friend was a “fixture” in her life both socially and as her ally in chief, in the crime solving business. She could remember back and recall in detail the many bad situations they had faced together and this was just one more. They would win, the community would too, and these “purveyors of evil” would end up residing in a jail cell. Prior to their deaths and sentencing eventually in to “H…” Unless, of course, they heard and listened to the voice of God who could find the good existing in everyone, and He could and save their souls.  But that was not now. Now was the actual adventure they were about to set out upon.

Halo had been pacing the house while waiting for Spring to show up, and she was thinking as she strode strongly around the rooms. She was no perpetuator of doom and gloom, so they had to have a plan (One that would fit the circumstances of this present danger.) And she was no stranger to this kind of melodrama. She had already put into play some strategies that might help them. Their first move was to discover who they were playing against. Once they knew the actors, they would know better how to defeat them. So job one…. Find out the participants, so they could move to part two, the finding of these persons. Thus, they would move closer to part three—– being sure they were brought to justice and were residing in the nearest jail cells.

She knew they needed to discover a way to throw caution to the wind, refuse to be hemmed in, and strategize a win. She knew she was smart enough to follow these procedures, and her friend helped, in that two for the price of one was a productive number, and furthermore they worked perfectly together, she and Spring. Where was she, she had mused as she had been waiting for her arrival. Glad was too tame a word to describe how she felt  when Spring showed up, and was fine.

She was a very upbeat person, and only this manner of situation brought out the element of a tinge of fear in her. Had it not been Spring, she was sure she would not have reached the level of fear. Thus, when she arrived, it was clear that God was working overtime, ( if that were possible.) Now they could continue the list she had started and begin to proceed on the workings of this case. There was always a baseline. And she had pretty well laid that out in her mind, and she filled Spring in on what she had been thinking through for the time being, while she her waited for her friend to get there. She  was overjoyed that Spring was in her home and now she could keep back the devil from continuing his assault. He, as all Christians know is the betrayer, the tempter of the innocent, the unwary. He was evil incarnate and he had others who had rebelled when he tried to overtake Heaven and institute his reign. What a fool, she thought, but now he was here on earth, along with his many minions whose sole job was to “bedevil” humans and hopefully cause them to “slip.”

She asked her friend if she were hungry, and upon receiving a “no” answer, she gave Spring her “marching” orders.

She related to her that, of course, they had to discover who these carrion were, these “rotting dead “ were, (or soon would be), how many were involved, their names and places to find them, their associates, and etc. Spring was glad to have a job to do, because she had been shaken up as never before when that car had attempted to make mincemeat of her. She got the phone and began making the appropriate calls to hone in on the information she had been delegated to uncover. She had been assigned this kind of  task  on prior occasions, so she had no need to question Halo as to what method to undertake. She “knew” people in many places and this task was not “grunt-work” to her.

Perhaps to many people, it would fit that description, but she did whatever Halo needed her to do and she was exceptionally good at this info gathering. She had been employed in the police department as a kind of secretary/ phone answerer years ago, so that meant she knew who to call and ask if this group who were apparently   “mission  oriented,”  was on the grid, so to speak. It would be helpful if she could find out some facts from them about these particular brand of criminals. If not, she would have to delve into other avenues of her network. Fortunately, she hit “pay dirt” and that little bit of info led her to other paths and in what seemed a Herculean task turned out to be “easy- peasy.” (as children like to say). She loved that. It did not happen all that often that she could end up with a list so quickly, but these dirt bags were apparently already on the radar screen. GOOD. Now she could let Halo know and they would be off like the wind. They would descend on them quickly and dispatch them. (ASAP). Slammer bound.

They ( Halo and Spring) did not have the power to disintegrate them, so to say, but they certainly would do what was necessary to end their playtime. They were apparently in the books, probably cooked them as well, and now they would eventually dwell in a little cell, tossed pell – mell, and headed eventually to a very bad place at their deaths. Spring  turned over all that they had gathered to her friend, Halo, and they were “off to the races.” This was the part they loved, and they worked “hand in glove.” They jumped in Halo’s car and took off for the various places addresses Spring had uncovered, to be sure the villains were there, to question them discreetly, probably have a false reason to ask them the necessary info. Once they had been able to fit all the pieces together, they would turn that over to the police so they could do the last phase, the arresting. If they could prove that they were into some dirty deeds, they would find themselves in need, indeed.

Well, when you are good, you are really good, and they were!. It took time, but they worked their leads, provided cover-stories in order to get the “mourning glories” talking. (Mostly they claimed to have been harassed and perhaps much mistreated by the police and needed “someone” to help them get revenge). In most cases that worked. They fed into the “my brother in crime” style story. These were nothing but a pile of lies, of course, but one does whatever is necessary to find common ground and get the liars to confound themselves. (They wore wires and recorded what the meetings unearthed.) Thus they had proof! And it was in a strange way “fun.” To turn over all they had to the police was like “over the moon” wonderful! Worthy to be praised, they would be.

Once again they got the needed proof that these scumbags were murderers and liars and thieves. WOW. This was not big; it was gigantic!. And they had had an integral part in the takedown. They made these evil doers pay and in many a way. They would be off the streets and on top of that it was “neat” (Such an overused word, sorry.)  They would be tried in a court of law, and the twosome could go and watch and enjoy the show. And know they had been instrumental in uncovering a gang of much renown in the world of the hard hitting, punch giving, and car mauling , massacre group. They were a troupe of losers.

And later that is exactly what they did, months later. Get out your popcorn and Milk Duds and settle in for show! The police were very grateful and they received  rewards from the mayor of the city. They were sitting pretty. And they had performed a news -worthy piece of the action and reaction.

Well, thus ends Beauty the Sleuth 15, Part Two. I hope you enjoyed it because God was in the middle of it and allowed them to prevail. And  He took care of them through out as He does with all His children. Praise God, and then (pass the popcorn.) Stay tuned for the next exciting episode and, of course, there is also Damsels in Distress so that may be the next prosity to be unveiled. Hope you will be with me. And also will have received the most important message. We don’t do things all alone, you know. Amen and amen.

 

 

Damsels in Distress 30:Melania and Mercy

 

Damsels in Distress 30:  Melania and Mercy:

There Are No Barriers

 

 

 

They had met as if by chance—the wealthy lady and the simple lass who loved to dance. Mercy twirled, dipped, and spun like a cotton candy whirling machine that was almost finished and done. And Melanie had the thought that Mercy was probably just as sweet—-along with neat, perky, and inevitably a delectable visual treat. Now she was alerted mentally to find out more, like how she sounded when she would hear her speak. Melania really had no reason to be seeking these answers, but her constant curiousity had once again been tweaked.  And though it was really none of her concern, sometimes these events  she had to attend caused her to  feel  somewhat bored, so her mind wandered to passing and interesting fads—- gowns, and fashionable new shoes, not to mention the inevitable silly members who classified more as “clowns” than men and women who made the rules for the town.

Now I hope you will understand that it is not my business to put her down. She was not the only townswoman who had similar reactions. (They were just not brave enough to allow that information to be dispersed.) I can assure you that Melania did just as she pleased, and she did not bow down to the assessments of others just to appease. However, she had a fashionable manner of speaking and in most cases no one knew what her true judgment really was, nor would they tell anyone else if they did. So with that I will rest her case. There are far more interesting things upon which to dwell and feast. And most of them bring joy and peace., eventually, at least.

Perhaps the most interesting and compelling part of all this “falderal “was a simple attempt to keep the mind engaged when all around , there were persons who classified themselves as the current “rage” and occasionally even prominent “sage.” (I can barely write that without erupting into laughter. Please, Lord in Heaven, do not allow me to be judgmental, for that is Yours to ascertain alone, and I certainly do not wish to engender bad feelings, for, or in, anyone. Amen. Well, enough about me, for this is not my story though I am writing it. I most certainly have had enough of a relationship with the two aforementioned persons to know “what is what,” as the saying goes.)

Melania was drinking a glass of wine when Mercy’s beauty caught her attention, and engaged her mind, in the crowded room in which the current meeting was occurring. She only drank one or two glasses, so there was never a time when her speech became slurred. Indeed, her voice was quite melodious, and to allow it to become odious was never going to happen. She prided herself on her ability to do things in moderation, and believed if everyone was more concerned about that tenet, things would be great enough to possibly win a pennant. (After all, why should only the great awards be limited to sports events?) She was very liberated in her beliefs. As she sat there, she suddenly caught sight of a lovely young lady whose inclusion was rare in this “stuffy” outfit. She was determined that they would meet. And when Melania promised herself a gift, the deliverance of it was often swift.

She turned back to her friend, Danniele, with whom she had been speaking when her attention had gone astray, and asked her if she knew the name of the young lady who was in her mind the “belle of the ball.” “No, I can’t say that I do,” was Danniele’s reply. “Well, I wonder who was in charge of the invitations?” Melania continued. She made a mental note to find out the answer to that pressing question. “I think she may well win the dancer’s “crown.” (Yes, there really was a reward for the most outstanding couple on the dance floor.) She would ask the hostess to share her name when she cast her vote.

A modest prize was up for “grabs,” usually a certificate for a wonderful meal at the prestigious Orlando’s Hideaway and Grill. It was the renowned “eatery” in the town and was known for excellent food, mood music, and occasionally an actual band. There was usually standing room only if there was no reservation. However, most of the clientele knew to call that in early or in advance. Most of the people in the room had won at one time or another, and Melania believed that the receipt given happened for the betterment of the community and also did well for the establishment of the restaurant. For once a person ate there, they usually came back. (That was a win for them and for the town because “money talks,” you know. I wish some of it would walk my way.) It was good for business and popular for the recipients obviously. Melania raised a toast for the lady when she and her escort won. She was sure it was a “done” deal. But they, unlike many previous winners, really deserved it.

Mingling and chatting with her many friends kept her busy until the dance ended. As she donned her ermine cloak she realized that her chance had escaped. She had no name, no phone number, nothing at all that would reveal a way to contact her.  Her friend was supposed to ask someone but she herself had written nothing down. Her mind was centered now on how to get the information she desired. She could hire someone to track her down, and that would elicit what she desired. Or she could call Emily, the organizer and she would undoubtedly have the information.  She thought that was who Danielle had revealed in their short chat.Yes, that was most likely the best approach. Couples were leaving now and the party was ending. She had given her best regards to all the attendees she knew, which was most of them. She was very social, did things on a whim sometimes, loved parties, and enjoyed the give and take of conversation. She was by far one of those gregarious persons who knew all, loved all and spent time with all. That is how she “rolled.” She could converse on many topics and was outspoken and bold.

Melania was exceptionally adept at bringing about her wishes without price or debt. She whispered in Daniella’s ear, when she saw her in that cloak room, (which was massively crowded), and she was able to achieve her goal. She got her name, Mercy Tanner, and her phone number, probably a cell phone, she thought, since that was almost a necessity for most people. (lately at least, they all thought it was a necessary addition.) Daniella had to look it up in her book, but she was happy to do so. Melania did not have to take the steps she had previously planned, which was a good sign, she thought. After all, this lovely young debutante, who she now knew was named Mercy, would be easy to contact. Danniela was happy to dispense the information. She, like others in town,  were thrilled to know Melania, and considered her a close friend. (Small town and, of course, they mostly knew everyone around.) Danniela had practically “crowed” with success to be able to provide Melania with such a favor, from her friend and guest. She would savor that, for she knew also that her friend would be grateful, and that meant a great deal to her. (maybe small, but relatable.)

So the encounter’s premise was unrolling right there in the cloak room, and tomorrow, with gladness not sorrow, she could follow up her interest. Mercy would find out soon a happy surprise.(she was in the dark about all this right now) Melania seemed to be totally bare of any kind of guile. Her friends would support that truth and forsooth, (like Shakespeare always says.) She was well loved by all in the town. They would turn it upside down if she asked. She was who she was and there was no mask. She was “real.” And soon she would find out that this new soon-to-be acquaintance, Mercy, would find out what others already knew. The funny part was that she would discover that Mercy had many of the same traits. And even loved to debate. She was an innocent, pure and untouched. And she was true to her morals and values, and good to her friends. She was often the one to make amends when her colleagues had a spat. She was so sweet that “candy” had to fight to win,.

And though we all sin in some things daily, she had little to confess. (but she did confess whatever she believed she should.) She had a very loving and close relationship with Father God, prayed every day and did her utmost to live the life He would want her to live. She was a “giver,” and if that is one’s base, they rarely find themselves in disgrace. Her usual date was Kenneth Bond, and he knew exactly how she lived, and never pushed her in any way. They were just good friends for now. And that was fine with both of them. Amen. She only dated men who respected her and treated her like a lady. Her friends teased her because it did not take much to make her blush. That meant that her friends loved to find simple things that they knew would push her “over the edge,” and bring to life that reddish hue that meant she was somewhat embarrassed.  (Oh yes, it is true) It was not harassment, just good fun.  And the fun included everyone.

She was kind and sweet, and had a smile that would cause any of her acquaintances to “walk a mile” for her. She was generous and unwavering in her strong beliefs.  She never made anyone feel unwelcome. And she prayed with those in grief. She was generous with the little she had, and no one could come up with anytime she had been “bad.” Perhaps, she would find a gag to play on them in return, but they loved it and begged for more. Her friends were also kind and nice. So when she met Melania, she came across exactly as her friend would have described her. She answered her phone and lo and behold it was the well known and renowned Melania dulcet tones, and she invited her out to lunch. There was no waiting before Mercy agreed and also it was a plan that would bring her a new friend. She had so many friends in Atlanta, but now she was here and they were there and so her friend’s list was rather bare, but not for long.

`As they sat at the table and chatted, Melania discovered that she was a theater “aficionado” just as she was, and they made plans to attend a play together as soon as possible. It took very little time for Melania to discover that Mercy’s  motto was “No Barriers.” She wanted people to be aware of how important the collecting of friends truly was. No matter what cause, she tried to support it and that was wonderful news for Melania. She would put her in touch with many people and soon she would need “a new address book.” (There might nor even be a book big enough.)  And her word was her bond. Now this new place where she had moved would be revealed to be filled with nice people, and she could succeed, meet her needs and  have fun, indeed.

Melania also promised to help her with her job search. So I am sure none of us need to be concerned about Mercy’s future. Her sunny nature and her simple yet elegant beauty would put her in the thick of things here  (and Melania was  both honest and sincere ) just as it had had in her previous places of residence. Her presence was her strongest present.. It did not take long for her to make friends. She had all the qualities that draw strangers and convert them to more than acquaintances.  And she also shared her “No Barriers “motto in town. “Why do we put up barriers and form cliques, and leave people out? It is no wonder,” she exclaimed. “That people who are left out, or abused in any way end up in trouble and sometimes as we see now, they commit horrendous crimes. Follow the news, mass murder, beheading, slit throats, are all happening right now!”

“They don’t profess their faith in God. Perhaps they don’t know Him. I pray every day and I witness to the new people I meet.” To someone new who did not really know her, (Melania)  was seen by Mercy to  be fidgeting a little when she talked about God. That did not escape the attention of her new friend.  She was thought that she was perhaps not saved and living her life for God and in so doing,  not witnessing of Him. She wrote that “in her mind,” and she would find an appropriate time to go into more detail. She was not pushy, but she wanted the whole world to know God, and she was not shy when the opportunity presented itself.   She could drop little hints and pique people’s interest. Then when she felt a person might want to know more, she would provide that knowledge to the person. Many people were saved by her friendship and outreach.  She prayed in private and beseeched God to show Himself for He is great and she wanted all the people she knew and some she didn’t know, to hear of Him and make the move to become a child of God. She later did this with Melania, and was so happy to be her friend. Melania felt the same way and she became a “No Barriers” person, also. Please if you can, tell others of Our Maker and let Him be the “mover and shaker” in their lives. Amen and amen.

 

 

Beauty the Sleuth 15,Part One, Halo and Spring, The Heart of the Matter

Reprinted due to length of time since the original.

 

Beauty the Sleuth: 15: Part One

The Heart of the Matter

 

 

 

Halo was wearing her jogging apparel, had her legs draped over the blue paisley chair, and was devouring the latest James Patterson novel. She had decided long ago that since she was rather a detective/lawyer herself, she should inhale the works of good detective authors. After all, she had heard it said “don’t cheat but buy into the beat.” And the beat was of course, catching criminals. And it was truly true that she had utilized some of the wares about which she had read,

Sometimes there was an intrinsic part that helped her get to the first step or maybe the second in un-wrapping a crime and the criminal. There were seminal events that told a true detective which way they “went.” She needed the scent of the criminal and his action, and then she applied a reaction. Her best friend Spring, a leggie lass with a mass of auburn curls was usually involved to some degree in the amassing of the facts, such as they were. They were close friends who shared the same interests, and Spring had been a big help in several of the cases they “worked” together. The old saw, “Two heads are better than one” was more like “fun” than the understanding of criminal intent. But she had much to offer and certainly she had the intent of being an aide to her friend Halo. She thought Halo was a master detective, in her eyes, and nothing she did was any kind of surprise. When they had met they had been introduced and they both burst out laughing. They pointed at one another and said, “You are the only person I have met who has such an unusual, quirky name like I do.” Then came the peals of laughter once again. They decided they were “twins,” at least in name.

“Yes, “Halo said, “We have indeed found a common thread.”  And both refused to “give it up.” They became friends indeed and they were there for each other in need and in deed. Spring ‘fessed up that she always voted for herself when the name game came up. “I’m short in stature, and some fools like to say. “short Spring? That really sets me off and I scoff it away and leave them for the day. “ Halo admitted that she had people say, “have you already died?” That is the one that is most demeaning to me. I ask them “Do you see me? If so I apparently am not dead, but I suspect you are a dead head, and I am still part of an angel.” Spring nearly laughed herself into a frenzy. “Don’t people have any sense?” and they rolled in laughter again. They decided they were “talk” twins. And thus the story begins.

Spring called Halo and told her she had what appeared to be an interesting and engaging case. Halo had asked her to come over and share the details and so she did. Amid the discussion they commented on things they needed to find out. And Halo told her with a “shout out” that it would be a huge help if Spring would go home and make a list of the offended people and their addresses. (She told Spring that she was the steeple of the two) She topped off the team with the means and results.  A compliment like that meant the world to Spring.  So off she went, hot on the scent. She was very detail oriented and thus a great partner for her friend, Halo. Halo was the mover and shaker. An earthquake would not deter her from her appointed rounds (Oh wait, that is the postman, sorry, I goofed).  After a while Spring called her and said, “I think I have the raw beginnings of a case. And I have made the list you desired, should I get in my car and come over?” Halo was feeling great about this new addition to the case and said for her to come right over, “We’re in the clover,”

When she got there she explained that the ladies had all reported a box or crate behind the house at the bedroom window. This detail went Halo reeling, “They might actually be in danger, you know?  A peeper seems to be the culprit. That kind of action is dangerous indeed. They do have need of a pair of detectives. When it comes to peeping, they can’t possibly get much sleeping ”She thanked Spring and Spring  took a bow. She loved compliments and she knew it was from Halo’s heart. Sh  also knew they were off to a good start. She replied to Halo, “The citizen folks think you are the very “talk of the town,” They feel good now that they know you are on the hunt, and they feel you are the “crème de la crème.” High praise that did immediately amaze and gratify, as it was meant to do.

Halo smiled and felt needed, and she  proceeded to desire getting into action. She had taken a winner’s bow and had not yet accomplished anything. Spring had so far done all the work. “I feel like a jerk,” she told Spring. “It is you who have surged ahead, and I am so far “dead in the water”. In order to be the “crime-fighting delight” I need to accomplish some feats of detective work. I don’t want them to think I am shirking my duty.”

“What kind of clues do we have? Are there footprints or an eye witness? What kind of mess are we jumping into?” Spring told her that the crate was the only piece of evidence she had seen. “But you are the queen of this ball, so tell me what you think we should do?” She explained that they might be in a fix. “We will need to interview the “peeped upon.” So let’s go home and make a list of appropriate questions to ask them so we can then go on to the next step.”

After analyzing the list of names, they came upon one that caused quite the shock. All the women were older and they wondered why the peeper would choose them unless he was new in town or visiting. This was a good beginning. Halo shrugged her shoulders after that initial comment, and they thought some more. “We have to go see these ladies, and ask them with tact the questions that we now lack.” So they knew they needed to discover more about new people in town. After all, they might be looking for some prankster or clown. (Or possibly a person of great renown.)  Not likely but one never knows.

Spring made an attempt at looking sage and wise, and she squinted her eyes in deep thought. “I think you are right, they don’t know who lives in these afflicted houses. Perhaps he just picks one and later finds out who is there.”  Halo nodded. “I can understand why these ladies are embarrassed. They feel they have no privacy, so it is the time to assess and see if we agree.” Then Halo asked, “Have they gone to see the police?” “No,” Spring answered, “They told me that they are too embarrassed. That is why they wanted you, Halo. You are indeed their angel.” Hearing that angle made Halo feel needed. She was going to put together a plan that would discover, charge, and succeed  in this crime,  this stealer of privacy. He might think there was no crime being “look don’t touch,” ”but what he was doing was also a crime. They were priming up to begin the investigating.

Halo broke the silence and declared that they had a rendezvous with destiny. And they were preparing to launch an assault on this perpetrator. They needed to go to the scene of the crimes and discover what they would find. They would need to talk to the women and be gentle and kind. They had been abused and thus they were in need of care and an “aura of the discreet.”

“Get on your clue hunting garb and meet me in an hour,” she instructed Spring. Spring left her and was on the way to her green Mustang when someone threw a rock at her and hit her leg and left a welt. “Good grief,” she muttered, I wonder if this has any connection to the crimes? Or is this just a coincidence? “ (She did not much believe in coincidences.)

She wondered if she should go back and tell Halo, but decided it hardly made any sense that the event was tied to the “peeking.” So she went home and put some antiseptic and a band aid on her wound. Then she finished the paperwork that Halo had requested as necessary, so she would have a substantive amount of notes from which to determine the direction they should take in their pursuit of the “peeper.” As she was compiling the final list, she suddenly shouted,” Jeepers Creepers!” She had seen a name on the list that stood out like a super clue. “You,” she said to herself, Muriel Anderson, are not similar to the others!” She was quite a bit younger than the others and very beautiful and full of glamour.  She did not fit the pattern. It was like comparing a lamp to a chandelier. It was clearly important. But she was not sure exactly how or why.

She went back to talk to Halo and they went straight over to Muriel’s house. She answered the door immediately and invited them in. Spring decided to bide her time to discern the events and how things went. They covered a range of who, what, and when questions and similar data. According to Muriel, she had seen a shadowy figure when she was getting ready for bed last night and it was scary and she was quite leery. That was when she decided to alert Spring, and ask her to bring Halo into the scene. She knew what that would mean. She was the resident genius. (Always a plus.)

You get what you ask for and she wanted the very best. She would get no rest until this “peek and tell or peek and sell,” whatever it turned out to be, was solved. That was the beginning of this saga and now it was time to bring in the duo to see if they could make heads or tails of this. As Spring trekked home in her leisurely fashion, she heard a sudden screech of tires behind her and a revved up engine, and it sounded close by. She paused in mid-step and glanced around and the sound poured over her as a rapidly approaching cerulean blue sports car came toward her full steam and dead center. She was knocked down by the swirling air around her caused by the raging blue monster. Throwing her body sideways rapidly got her out of the way of the direct line of fire. Her first thought as she landed was “Who is trying to kill me? And why?”

She hopped up, scanned the area and saw nothing but tail lights flashing as the Camaro roared away. She shook her head in disbelief, noticed a small jagged tear in her skin and thanked Father God for protecting her as He always did. She was a Christian and she prayed every day and night for Him to protect her and guide her and He certainly had just done so! This time she proceeded home as quickly as she could. She ran straight for the phone and called  Halo, inwardly chastising herself for forgetting to take her own phone with her. Even though she had some complaints about the way of the “new device world,” she still could have saved herself some steps had she remembered to do so. Oh well, Robinson Crusoe, she murmured to herself, you messed up. Now you will have to call Friday from home. So she did. She asked Halo if she thought it was personal. “I don’t know, but they sure had an arsenal of some kind.  I could feel the heat of the car as it kind of slid by me. Do you think it is personal?” She looked directly at Halo and Halo replied, “Of course.” There was a short break in the conversation. “I’m not going to lie to you. You’re my best friend and we can’t afford a trend of maniacal car-induced murders.”

`        Spring gasped; then all was quiet. “Halo then said, “I think they believe you know something and they want to prevent it from coming out. I need you to be here at the house, come right away. I don’t want you over there all alone. I think you are in “the killing zone!”

Thus ends part one of this entry, but stay tuned for Part Two, of Beauty the Sleuth 15.  It will soon appear in this blog near you. Amen and amen.

 

 

 

 

Damsels in Distress:29

 

Avoid the World’s Passing Show: Damsels in Distress 29

Claire and Mary Sarah

 

 

 

Claire was swathed in a crimson ball gown, and her perfect heart-shaped face was outlined with hand-tatted lace at the neck. She symbolized taste, and beauty, and, of course, grace. Photographers were all around to snap photos to commemorate her renown. Smiles danced on faces filled with pride and love. She looked like an angel from heaven above. Adoration abounded all around except for one friend who was missing in action. She, the little minx, Mary Sarah, found it hard to believe that her forever best friend had left her all alone on this auspicious day.

As best friends sometimes do, they had “broken up,” and Mary Sarah’s invitation had been intentionally cut. The door was shut, the gig was up and the little prankster, her once dearest friend, Mary Sarah, was clothed d in silence, cast adrift, her hopes dashed on a merciless tide, and her presence drowning even on the inside. Her beating heart had perchance had a penchant for pride. Now she was the outsider barred from the festivities and apparently thrown aside. It was a cruel fate she could not appreciate.

What event had precipitated this breach? Hard to tell with girls so young what situation, what verbal sting or silly unkind act, might have the strength to separate one from the other.

Words are fierce and have a life that never decays and often jus the pace of living becomes untoward, and unforgiving. After all, it is just one facet of what we often refer to or call living.

Love can heal, reveal, and sometimes appeal to those carelessly uttered verbal “bombs,” and minefields that lips spit out without regard and blow up like verbal bombs to land on the field of our dreams and are littered there eventually unseen. And they can destroy this once secure relationship, which was ever delicate and pure  though now destroyed with one little fit of pique. Definitely not chic—but it happens in Dallas, Miami, and in Manhattan just to name a few. They all have various costs and dues. “I take that back and I retract. Please take me back.” Apologies pave the road which friends tread, and censorship,  and self control are needed before the oral devastation slips between the lips through which a war can rage. It is as old as time and full of age.

Mary Sarah had felt that her very heart had been bartered for convenience and the “rule of order.” Her tears had formed when her mind comprehended that even her dearest friend would “throw her to the winds”as if in some way she offended the female credo.

Everything was done in innocence and without regard when she had trumped Claire’s ace with a lonely two of spades. That interaction had exploded their recent tenuous bond, elevated the decorous Claire and crushed Mary Sarah harshly into a state of disrepair. Claire suddenly seemed like a military tank rolling over Mary Sarah without a care and then tossing grenades that blew up her self esteem and radically altered her incipient dreams.

Claire had dramatically changed and now they were estranged. The question is why did Claire buy into the world and its passing show? The formula for fame and a long reign detest the dishing out of mental pain and undesired shame for all the world to know. That is the purpose of buying into the “world’s passing show.” It can actually have the strength to separate one from the other. Yes, my friends, it can smother. Words can be fierce and have a life that never decays. The memory is always there and un-erased, and often just the pace of living becomes untoward and unforgiving. It often lines the closet of our discontent, and clings there even when that is not what was meant. The book of James is replete with the horrors that our very tongues can unleash, full of threat and far from peace.

Love, however, can heal, reveal, and sometimes even put aside and seal those words of hurt, anger or discontent. And it does not matter if we meant to send those arrows toward a hurting heart. They can destroy friendships as easily as one, two, three.

Verbal bombs can cut to the quick and seem unfortunately to forever stick. They are mine fields of malice and scorn, where the flower never blooms but produces treacherous thrones.

Mary Sarah had felt her very heart had been bartered for convenience and the “rule of law.” And the results were forever raw. Her tears had formed as soon as she comprehended that even her dearest friend would casually throw her to the four winds, if she unconsciously overstepped the female “credo.” Everything had been done in innocence and without regard that she had trumped Claire’s ace with a two of spades. Wasn’t that the way the game was played?

That interaction had exploded their tenuous bond and elevated the decorous Claire and crushed Mary Sarah into disrepair. Now Claire was rolling over Mary without a care and throwing grenades that blew up herself esteem and altered her incipient dreams.

Claire had dramatically changed, and now they were estranged. The question was why did she buy into the “world’s passing show? It is ephemeral and dangerous and apt to erupt or blow. It destroys years of peace and love and closeness that took years to grow. Almost every minute of Claire’s life was planned by a mother who believed in accomplishing the most in life that one can know. But that can destroy beauty and grace, and leave nothing but scars that mutilate the opponent’s face. Not to mention the mercies of love, and peace and grace. But Mary Sarah believed so strongly in God from whom we gain these precious gifts. He never takes them away and leaves us alone or in disgrace. He is the One who put the smile on our face. And when Mary prayed to Him about this circumstance, He lovingly created a way to take the pain away and once again to have joy and fun along the way.

Mary Sarah wrote a note to Claire, after much prayer, in an attempt to forge a peace treaty. Claire had only to read the letter and praise God again in her heart and Mary believed they would be able to have a new start. She said, “I’m sorry, Claire, for any words that hurt you or brought about some fashion of lack of regard. Please forgive me and take me back. I miss the joy of being with you and all the joyous things we used to do. Please pray and seek God’s will and if He tells you what He told me, I believe we can seek to repeal this breach and return to our previous relationship, for that is what I seek.” and she signed it “Your best friend, Mary Sarah.

Heeding God’s advice is the only true way for happiness in one’s life. And when Claire read the simple note her friend had sent and prayed to Our Father in Heaven for His intent, He quickly answered her with His best intent. “Forgive and pray, and do this every day and meet with Me,  and you will see all the treasures I have in store. More than I can even begin to share. I love you with a Father’s heart and now please mend this brokenness and no longer live your lives apart. That is My best wish for your happiness.”

After Claire read and prayed, they met and their love was restored and their friendship was strengthened and mended. Just as Father God had intended, the hurt and pain went on its way and they never again forgot to pray. Let this be a story that shows His heart especially if you are estranged or apart from one you love. For God heals all wounds. He binds them up and gives us new hearts once again. And so ends the story of Mary Sarah and Claire. Soon you will receive another “prosity” and I hope you will enjoy it. God is good all the time and all the time God is good. Amen and amen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Damsels in Distress 28

 

Damsels in Distress 28

Even Unto Death

 

 

Via and her family lived on a ranch about twenty or so miles from the town of Hadley. They raised livestock and did so well, not badly—-all the “trimmings”—feeding, rounding the cattle up, searching for stragglers, watering, and so on Via could do the list from rote and miss nothing that later needed to be tied on. It was a well-rounded cattle and stock zone. She was the main one who gave the orders to the ranch hands, and they had respected her and were happy to follow her plans. In essence, she had been very happy in her position, her family and her life. But now she was growing up; she was no longer nine years old. She still loved the land and certainly adored her family. (When they got together and played in the band especially.)  But it seemed like in a blink of the eye she had grown up and was now eager to drink from “another kind of “cup”—boyfriends and dances and movies like the other kids in school who were doing those things and playing by the rules. These things had pulled her into another situation and another evaluation, and she just had to ask her mom and dad about other rules.  They (mom and dad) were never anything but cool. And she would inherit the family jewels. They had even added a swimming pool. She wanted to be good and also to be “cool”.  And those parents of the year had added a pond on their land and she could be the one to make her “friends drool. (for the water fights and swimming sights. the mountain range and the the shooting range. No one else had what her family had.—–land and freedom on which to stand. She could certainly follow all her parents’ demands and still be the “wow” chick designated as her brand.

Her parents were remarkably understanding; and they rearranged the schedule so she had time to do those “girly” things., and wear those outrageous clothes and “blingy rings” .She had her eye on a really good looking young man, Randy Brown, and she and he started passing notes and walking down the hall together and  doing all those silly “goo goo eyes, and holding hands ” kind of things she had missed while down the lane. Now she had no desire to be insane, but it would be fun to sometimes be  somewhat inane.  She no longer wanted to be completely tied to that piece of land and all the demands involved. She wanted her future to become otherwise solved.–more like a young lady’s scheme. She wanted to be  free like a redbird in a tree singing and thrilling the world with her beautiful sound and dancing around in a peach colored gown.

She was almost grown up and her body called out to be “out and about” (And to dance and sing and shout.)

She had to stop feeling so pinned down to her former chores, at least a few days a week would be her ideal, score,and she would seek to find romance and go to a dance, and do all the things she saw her friend Mercy doing. (She was her very best friend, and they did all manner of silly things.) She had quite the little chat with her best friend Mercy, and told her that her major problem was that she had no transportation, no elevation, and she was for sure not a  sovereign nation.  She was feeling the beginning of a certain amount of cessation of the former constant ‘ranch enhanced” bit, and she was ready to start a new branch, a different skit.

She wanted to live the life of newfound freedom. She was somewhat stuck at the “train station,” so to speak and that train was still standing there, idling on the track and she was ready to ride it “there and back.” She deeply cared to share the trip. She would try to be what they called “hip” in the olden days when they went out to play.  And she wanted to find the brightest star, and possibly take a little trip to planet Mars.  And carry moonbeams in  a jar. (Oh freedom bright within her sight, clear and now seemingly near.)

She was ever eager to help her parents still. She simply wanted to climb some foreign hills. Take some pictures of a barbecue grill  (“selfies” of course), Just invite some friends and they could all sit still in the moonlight and she could hold hands with  “him”  (with that guy she was now interested in who made her feel that romantic thrill, probably on Blueberry Hill) She hoped she  would have that heavenly glow and if she were with him she would assuredly  know. But she would never “rope him in.”

She had to let him loose and let him fly. Never cage up love. Mom and Dad were now on board and they suggested that if she got a date, they would find a way for her to go out to a play or dance. That sounded great as if she had a chance. And mom had also said, “Perhaps he will have a car and he can pick you up; Dad and I want to meet this young man. “ She blushed bright red and hugged them hard and felt freedom was working in “her corner of the yard” “so to speak, for she was often meek and never had ever really reached out to seek…..whatever was out there for her pleasure. She was ever so sure it would measure up.

There was, of course, romance struggling to emerge and she felt a surge of excitement. Her life was changing and she was rearranging all that her life had been into what it would now be. She would see the world through different eyes and she hoped Randy would envision her in a new way and discover her as a “certain prize.”  He was an amazing young man, who loved sports and she pictured herself cheering him on in football games and basketball games and sitting by him at movies and dancing in his arms. She was dangerously attracted to him. He was “the real thing.”and not just a dream anymore. Her heart soared as she pictured all that the future could hold if she were bold and he was interested in her. Was he sold?

And so when he asked her to attend a dance with him next month, she began working on changing her look. And she went over to Mercy’s and she tried makeup hints and hair styles that were more glamorous than her usual ponytail. That look was for the trail.. It had been fine for the ranch. But now she wanted to make a “beauty” statement. Mercy was very helpful and they went shopping and she did indeed purchase a peach gown that flowed and dipped and made her look like a princess standing on the prow of a ship. (the Good Ship Lollipop?) She was overpowered by her senses. And she couldn’t wait for her “dancing date.” And being crowned princess.

Randy had azure blue eyes and a constant smile and look of surprise. He was blonde and toned and she really was beginning to feel like perhaps he would be “her own.” She had discovered that she looked rather perky in her new duds and she had sparkles in her eyes and a rosy tint to her cheeks. The day was getting close, and she getting more and more excited day by day as the calendar pages fell. She had prayed as she and her parents always did, and she felt good and proper and really prepared to continue her newest adventure—-amazing life. She wondered if perhaps she would even eventually be a new wife. Mercy taught her how to dance since she was a ranch hand and never thought she’d have these kinds of plans. She checked the days off the calendar, and the time came ever closer. How she had waited to peer into the future!

Her mom, Gloria, was especially happy for her and she only had one demand, she wanted her home by eleven that night. She loved her very much and she did not want to cause any strife, but children need a “circle of prayer,” and to know that their parents were there for them. It was no kind of whim. They had met Randy and they liked him. He was very polite and nice and the conversation went along well., (all the ice breakers had been in place ) and worked out more than just well; they were swell. They were a positive sell.They gave her their consent for the upcoming event. She felt “heaven-sent.” On the actual might of the dance, she was all dressed up and looked like an angel, though possibly a little fallen cherub  was more apropos, and she had powdered her nose and followed all the hints her friend Mercy had taught her. She had actually bought them all. She had made the “call.”

She felt her pulse racing and she could hardly wait another minute. But when the phone rang, she had a hollow feeling, It was Randy’s mother and she said that he had been in a very bad caraccident, and was in the hospital currently. She fell apart and the tears began to start. “Is he asking for me?” “Yes, honey, he is and I think you need to come at once. They say it is touch and go. So we don’t know the end result.” here senses began to catapult. Then they both dissolved in tears and were overwhelmed by people-type  fears. She began to pray and ask God to spare his life. The prayer impressed his mom and she thanked her for lifting him up in prayer. She had never prayed, she commented. Did she think prayer might make a differences she asked? “Yes, I do believe it will. But all things are in God’s hands, and all we can do is await His will.” Hold your breath and let only pure things fill your heart.

She rushed to the hospital and went in to see him and he looked very bad, and she felt hollow and sad. He woke up long enough to smile and take her hand but no on was playing.(there was no band.) He was pale and wan and she wondered if he would recover. She had the desire to smother him. His mother came in and let them sit there a little while and then the nurses made her go and so she blew him a kiss—what she did not know was that that was as close as she would get to actually kissing Randy.

They had then taken her home and she was crying and in the gloomiest of zones and when the call came, she ran to answer. His mother was crying and could hardly talk but the deepest “”cut” pf all was that he had not made it. The injuries were too severe and his poor little body could not persevere. Her tears were endless and she called on God. He held her, restored her and gave her strength. Randy was gone and as her mother reminded her “Honey, I know you are hurting, but Father God is always in charge.  He loves you large. And He wanted Randy young and strong. And you will always remember him for ever so long. You will hear him in songs and tender words, and you must be ready to help his parents dear, think of them as you feel despair and fear.  They are the ones truly lost and you can pray for them to give their lives to Father God and release Randy to Him. He loves him and all concerned “even unto death.” Amen and amen.