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Topic: HOPE (joyful, confident expectation in salvation) (03/05/15)
By Teresa Crumpton
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“Why art thou talking to me in old English?"
I cleared my throat. “Sorry. You seem to be disquieted within me.”
“What clued you in? The thrashing about the sheets all night or the sobs?”
There was no call to take that tone. “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“You don’t understand me at all, and you never listen to me.”
I tried to remember the last time I’d sat quietly and listened to O. Christmas carols came to mind. “I’m listening now.”
“What is that, your Frasier imitation?” O used a fake deep voice to mock me. “I’m listening.”
“Look if we’re not going to sort this out, I’m going to go get some sleep.”
“OK. Sleep is out," I said. "Please tell me why you’re downcast, O My Soul. I really want to know.”
A shudder of grief stabbed behind my forehead and waffled down through my body. Wet stuff leaked from one eye.
O said, “I remember a time when the sound of Jesus’s voice commandeered my whole body. My face got stuck in a dopey grin, and everything inside was full of light.”
The memory made me smile.
“The most best thing was reading the Word.” O My Soul sounded wistful.
“I know, right?”
“Don’t do that. You’re not twelve.”
“Sorry,” I said. “Thinking about how we loved the Word makes me hungry for it now.”
“That’s why I can’t sleep. I’m starving in here,” O said. “I used to hear the Lord’s voice, to sit in his presence, to read the Word. Now I earn bucks, chauffer children, and channel Martha Stewart.”
I thought over the past several weeks and all the places I’d poured my energy and my time and my attention. Energizer Bunny had nothing on me.
I got up and crossed to the long table, burrowed through a stack: Consumer’s Energy bill, note from Jr’s teacher—again, catalog, catalog, baby shower invite, ah…my bible. Brushing off some crumbs, I hefted it, smelled it, held it to my chest and slinked back to my safe place. I reclined, snuggled in and opened the precious book. “Don’t be downcast, O My Soul, ‘…Hope thou in God for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.'”
O My Soul said, “I know, right?”
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