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Topic: ANCIENT (06/04/20)
TITLE: Tracking Lou and Lillian
By Bonnie Kronberger
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Seated comfortably in a wingback chair, Lillian’s gaze drifted around the cozy sitting room, settling on the open Bible resting on her lap, while fireside light flickered on the hearth. Chimes from the grandfather clock drew her attention to the time passing by.
A second lady entered the room, moving gracefully, albeit somewhat slowly. A startling likeness would give anyone looking on, the clear impression of sisters. Silver hair and wrinkled skin more than hinted at their age. Yet keen minds and childlike faith suggested an agelessness. These ancient sisters were not curmudgeons, but rather patient souls who rarely took offense. Their time together was precious because of the trust and transparency that defined their relationship. Their love of the Savior was steadfast, in spite of their lapses in focus and bizarre conversations.
“Oh my goodness,” lamented Lillian. “No matter what good intentions we have, it’s so difficult to keep our focus pondering the things of God. Ordinary mundane thoughts so easily capture my attention.”
Lou sank into her chair, puffing a bit from the exertion of searching for her misplaced phone. A wheezy chuckle escaped her, while nodding her head in agreement. “I know. It’s frustrating how easily we get off track from where we intend to go.”
“I was just examining my cup of tea, and came to several conclusions.” Lillian rambled. “Once I pour the hot water into the cup, I am too impatient to observe the proper time to seep the bag, so I begin drinking tasteless hot water. Soon the flavor is just right, but I don’t want to get up and remove the teabag. Therefore, the last part of the drink is much too strong for my liking and I never finish the cup.” A sigh of regret followed.
Such conversations were part and parcel of how the two sisters spent their time together. Intentional Bible studies and holy conversations would eventually derail and head another direction. Lou started on another train of thought. “Speaking of heaven, I know what I long for. All my life I’ve been frustrated being engaged to the Lord. I’m looking forward to the marriage supper. I want to be the bride!”
A comfortable silence lasted but a moment. “That sounds lovely Lou, but that’s not where my thoughts go when I think of heaven.”
“Really? What do you envision?” Lou queried.
Lillian gazed heavenward. “Well, I’m looking forward to that table with a feast set on it. I can eat all I want without getting fat or sick. I won’t need to feel guilty for eating too much.” She finished her thought, seemingly satisfied.
A loud chortle escaped from across the room. Laughter rang out uncontrollably as Lou covered her mouth and grabbed her side, trying to regain her composure. Finally the laughter died down. “Well, okay then,” came hesitantly from her mouth, still puzzled how Lillian arrived on that sidetrack.
The sisters took an afternoon stroll through the grounds of the nearby university. They stopped for a photo op next to a life-sized statue of the first female graduate—class of 1870. The old ladies giggled when they slung an arm over the bronze patinaed statue. A lovely contrast between old and really old.
Heading toward home, a distant mass of white drew their attention and they debated as to what it was. “It looks like a dogwood tree,” declared Lou.
“Mmmmm. I don’t think so. Too much solid white. Remember the dogwood tree we planted for Mom’s memorial? Lots of green leaves, not so many white flowers.” Lillian was often quite confident in her knowledge.
Close inspection disclosed it was a dogwood tree, but nothing like they had ever seen. White flower clusters with a tinge of pink obliterated branches and leaves, providing a gorgeous backdrop of loveliness in need of a bride. Not knowing anyone planning a wedding, they lamented the waste of the perfect wedding venue.
“Let’s go home and take a nap,” Lou suggested. No sooner said than done.
Lou dreamed of the marriage supper. Lillian just dreamed of the supper.
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