To All People - Part 2

 Hello again!

    Here's the next part of the Christmas story I wrote for the church play. Enjoy!

To All People - Part 2

That evening the town-folk gathered around the sheriff with questions about the man.

            Lifting his hands, Sheriff Kassen quieted everyone. “Hold it! Just listen a minute. I wasn’t able to find out anything about that man. He didn’t leave tracks enough to follow. That could mean he’s just a mountain man who knows how to move without being followed, or–” He let his sentence hang unfinished in the air.

            Some of the women moved closer together.

            “Since most of our men are off getting supplies for the town, I think it would be best if we joined forces during the nights so that none of you ladies are alone without protection in case of . . . well, just in case. Mrs. Nelson, you stay with Deputy Moreland and his wife. Mrs. Fisher, do you have room in your boarding house for myself, Mrs. Stokes and Charlie, Mrs. Crawford and Miss Kate?”

            “Of course!”

            “Sheriff,” Mrs. Crawford protested. “I really think we are letting our imaginations run away with us. The man might just be looking to spend Christmas with someone, and–”

            “Or” Sheriff Kassen interrupted, “he might be the leader of a gang of outlaws I’ve heard about who come into town on Christmas Day and rob it.”

            Many of the ladies gasped.

            “Wherever did you hear that?” Mrs. Crawford asked.

            “Newspaper. Back east. Now as I was saying–”

            “Well, Sheriff,” Kockenbrock remarked, “tomorrow ain’t Christmas.”

            With a thoughtful frown, the sheriff stroked his mustache. “True,” he admitted at last. “If any of you ladies wish to remain in your own homes tonight, you may do so, but if something happens, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.”

            As Mrs. Crawford and her daughter walked away to their own home, Kate asked, “Mama, are you sure it’s safe to stay home alone?”

            “We won’t be alone, Kate,” Mrs. Crawford said, putting an arm around her daughter. “Remember, our Heavenly Father has promised to never leave us nor forsake us. Besides, I don’t think that man would have said he had come down for Christmas if he was an outlaw, do you?”

 

*

 

            The sun rose in a clear sky, offering hope and joy for Christmas Eve day, but Sheriff Kassen didn’t notice. He stood on the street with one hand on his six-shooter and a stern look on his face.

            “Mornin’, Sheriff!” Deputy Moreland greeted him as he strolled up. “Fine day, isn’t it?”

            The sheriff grunted what might have been “good morning” or might have been something else.

            Deputy Moreland went on. “All was quiet last night like Mrs. Crawford thought. How’d you sleep?”

            “I didn’t,” Sheriff Kassen growled. “I found the man’s campsite and kept watch.”

            “What did you find out?

            A cheery whistle sounded before the sheriff could reply, and Mr. Kockenbrock strolled by, pausing to remark, “Mrs. Fisher said she’d make flapjacks tomorrow! Nothing like flapjacks on Christmas morning.” Giving a sigh that changed to a whistle, the man wandered off.

            Deputy Moreland turned back to the sheriff, “And you found out what?”

            Sheriff Kassen opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted again. This time by Mrs. Crawford and Kate.

            “Good morning, Sheriff, Deputy Moreland. It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it?”

            “It sure is,” Deputy Moreland said, nodding with a smile.

            “Oh, Deputy Moreland, do you know if your wife still wants that sugar? And Sheriff, do you think we could ask Mr. Kockenbrock about getting a Christmas tree this year, or were you or Deputy Moreland planning on getting one?”

            “Mrs. Crawford, please!” Sheriff Kassen exclaimed. “We have a situation on our hands. Now is not the time to be thinking about things like Christmas trees!”

            “What situation is that, Sheriff? Tomorrow is Christmas, you remember.”

            “Of course I do, but that man is still around!”

            Kate turned to her mother. “Mama, do you think he’d like some cookies too?”

            “I’m sure he would, Kate.” Mrs. Crawford turned to the sheriff. “Do you know where he stayed? Perhaps Kate and I could–”

            “Ma’am, this is a highly sensitive situation. It would be best if you left all things regarding this stranger in the hands of the law.”

            Mrs. Crawford smiled sweetly. “I’m not trying to do your job for you, Sheriff, but just remember that the angels did announce good tidings of great joy to all people. Come along, Kate, I see Mrs. Stokes. Perhaps she has come for those buttons.”

            With a nod to the sheriff and his deputy, Mrs. Crawford and her daughter hurried away to the store.

            Deputy Moreland turned once more to the sheriff. “DID you find anything out?”

            “Nothing much. He kept his fire going all night.”

            “It was cold out last night.”

            The sheriff grunted.

            Just then the mountain man appeared in the streets.

            “We could be in for trouble,” Sheriff Kassen muttered to his deputy. “Keep your eyes open.”

            “Yes, sir.” Then, with a sigh, Deputy Moreland pushed back his hat and scratched his head.

 

*

 

            “I tell you,” Mrs. Stokes exclaimed, “I hardly slept a wink last night!”

            “Me either,” Mrs. Fisher agreed.

            The little general store had once again become the meeting place for the women of Western, and there they gathered to compare thoughts and voice their opinions of the stranger who had arrived.

            “I don’t think my husband was worried,” Mrs. Moreland said, “I could hear him snoring in the front room. Of course he wakes right up if so much as the cat enters the room, but still–” She shook her head.

            Mrs. Nelson said nothing but shifted her baby and patted his back.

            Mrs. Stokes spoke again. “I think something should be done. The man is obviously not to be trusted, and I’m sure I won’t have a moment’s rest until he is gone.”

            “Now really,” Mrs. Crawford began.

            “I agree,” Mrs. Moreland said, “we don’t want an outlaw lurking around our town during Christmas.”

            “Perhaps we can get Sheriff Kassen to–” Mrs. Fisher broke off as the stranger appeared in the street before the store.

            He paused, hesitated, and then walked to the door, opened it and stepped inside. As though parted by an invisible force, the ladies moved to either side of the store and almost held their breath.

            “Good morning,” Mrs. Crawford greeted the man with a smile. “Merry Christmas Eve. What can I get for you today?”

            “Cinnamon sticks.”

            “Of course. How many would you like?”

            “Jest two. Ain’t had none fer nigh on seven years.”

            Mrs. Crawford pulled out the spicy rolls of cinnamon bark. “What brings you to our little town?”

            “Christmas.” The man paid for his cinnamon.

            “How nice.”

            The man nodded then coughed a little and shifted.

            “Is there something else I can help you with?” Mrs. Crawford inquired.

            “I reckon maybe. Do ya folks have yer Christmas readin’ this evenin’ or in the mornin’?”

            “Oh, we have it on Christmas morning. I do hope you plan to be there.” There was no mistaking the earnestness of Mrs. Crawford’s voice.

            “I reckon I will.” Then, without another word, the man turned and left the shop.

            Hardly had he gone when Sheriff Kassen rushed in. “Are you ladies all right? Did he try to steal anything, Mrs. Crawford?”

            “What? Of course not!”

            Mrs. Stokes hurried over. “Sheriff, you must do something and get rid of that man! I’m sure he’s an outlaw!”

            “We heard he killed a few men up in Canada,” Mrs. Fisher put in, “and escaped to these mountains.”

            “And,” Mrs. Moreland added, “he’s the leader of a band of outlaws who have robbed stagecoaches and banks.”

            “Please, Sheriff,” Mrs. Nelson begged, “he frightens me!”

            “I suppose I could tell him he wasn’t welcome here any longer,” Sheriff Kassen began. “But that might make him angry enough to do more than rob us tomorrow.”

            “Sheriff Kassen!” Mrs. Crawford marched around the counter her hands on her hips. “I can’t believe you! What proof do any of you have that the man who was just in here is a murderer, thief, outlaw, or has plans to rob us on Christmas morning?”     

            Silence answered her.

            “None of you have any sort of proof. It’s all just wild imaginations, speculations, and prejudice. Why, he as much as said he was planning on coming to the Christmas service in the morning. And didn’t God send His angels to proclaim the good news and the great joy to ALL men when Jesus was born? Didn’t that mean everyone? And didn’t the angels also proclaim peace on earth and good will toward men?”

            “But,” Mrs. Nelson said, “he doesn’t talk like we do.”

            “And he looks dirty,” Mrs. Moreland put in.

            “And he’s so tall,” Mrs. Fisher added.

            “And he has a bad reputation,” Mrs. Stokes reminded them.

            “Does John 3:16 say that God loves those who have good reputations?” Mrs. Crawford shook her head, and her voice grew gentler. “I know he’s different, but don’t you think the shepherds were dirty, and maybe talked differently, or looked differently? Did that stop the good news of our Savior’s birth from being shared with them?” She looked around the store, but no one would meet her eyes. “Kate, mind the store for me a few minutes please.”

            “Yes, ma’am.”

            “Mrs. Crawford,” Sheriff Kassen asked, “where are you going?”

            “To ask Mr. Tiny if he would bring us a Christmas tree to decorate for tomorrow. If I can find him.”

            “He’s right over there, ma’am,” Deputy Moreland pointed from the open door.

            With only a nod to him, Mrs. Crawford hurried away.

            Sheriff Kassen stepped from the shop and frowned at his deputy. “I thought I ordered you to keep an eye on that man.”

            “I have been. He hasn’t gone very far.” He pointed to the tall man Mrs. Crawford was now talking to before the next shop.

            With a sigh, the sheriff shook his head. “Do I trust the rumors, Moreland, or try to believe the best of him?”

            “Let’s believe the best, sir,” Deputy Moreland suggested. “Since we can’t prove the rumors are anything except stories.”

 

 The final part will be posted tomorrow.

Are you ready for Christmas?

I can't seem to realize it's coming so soon!

To All People - Part 1

 Good morning!

    I thought you all might enjoy reading the story that I turned into this year's Christmas play for church.

To All People

 

            The sun was just coming up and kissing the peaks of the western mountains with a soft halo of light. The cold morning air spoke of winter, and the faint breeze stirred a scent of pine and whispered of Christmas. Far up on the rocky mountain where towering trees and large rocks guarded a sheer drop into the valley below, a man appeared. He was silent and rugged like the mountains he lived in, and his face was kept warm by a shaggy beard while a hat was pulled down low over his head.

            For a minute he stood, his gaze sweeping the still dark valley that the sun hadn’t yet awakened, and seeming to take in every detail of the little town below him. Then he glanced up at the sky, and without a sound, he disappeared behind the rocks and trees.

 

            As the sun climbed higher, chasing away the last few stars and tinging the sky with pink and orange, gold and purple, the town of Western awoke. Who could sleep when Christmas Eve was the next day?

            The blacksmith, whistling as he strode across the street, lifted a hand in greeting to Sheriff Kassen and nodded to Mrs. Crawford and her daughter.

            “Good morning, Sheriff,” Mrs. Crawford said with a smile.

            “Mornin’, ma’am, Miss Kate. I reckon it will be a fine day today.”

            “It sure is looking that way with the beautiful sunrise. A perfect morning for almost Christmas.”

            Deputy Moreland, his rifle cradled in one arm and his wife’s hand resting on his other arm, joined them. “Morning, Sheriff. Ladies.” Deputy Moreland nodded his head.

            “Mrs. Crawford,” Mrs. Moreland said, “do you have some sugar still? I thought I’d bake some cookies since it’s almost Christmas.”

            Mrs. Crawford nodded. “I do. Kate and I were unpacking the last boxes yesterday. Would you like to get some now?”

            “Yes, I would.”

            As the ladies turned toward the general store, Mrs. Nelson with her baby in her arms, and Mrs. Stokes came down the street.

            “Oh, Mrs. Crawford!” Mrs. Stokes called, hurrying forward.

            Stopping, Mrs. Crawford, Kate, and Mrs. Moreland waited.

            “Good morning, Sheriff, Deputy Moreland,” Mrs. Stokes said quickly. “Mrs. Crawford, I need some buttons. Charlie has lost two off his shirt just this week. Boys are so hard on their clothes. I was hoping you would have something so that he could have a whole shirt for Christmas.”

            Mrs. Crawford looked thoughtful. “Well . . .”

            “Oh, Mama,” Kate broke in, “remember that bag of buttons I discovered under the counter last week? I’m sure there will be something in there.”

            “I had forgotten that. Mrs. Stokes, I’m sure we have some.” And Mrs. Crawford looked relieved. “Mrs. Nelson, how is Baby doing?”

            “He is fine.” Mrs. Nelson pulled back the blanket a little as the ladies gathered to look. “I just wish Husband was home.”

            “I know,” Mrs. Crawford said gently. “It is hard to celebrate Christmas with the men folk being gone. But they will be back with more supplies in only a few more weeks, I’m quite sure.”

            Still talking, the ladies wandered down the street toward the general store leaving Sheriff Kassen and his deputy together.

            “Well, Sheriff,” Deputy Moreland said, “I suppose it will be another slow day for us.”

            “I reckon.”

            The quiet of the morning was interrupted by an excited shout, and Charlie rushed up. “Sheriff! Sheriff!”

            “Charlie!” Mrs. Stokes exclaimed, as the ladies turned and quickly rejoined the two representatives of the law. “What is going on? What is wrong?”

            “Did you see a bear?” Mrs. Moreland asked with a smile.

            Charlie shook his head and gasped out, “A . . . giant! . . . From the . . . mountain!”

            “A giant?” Deputy Moreland echoed with raised eyebrows and a skeptical look.

            “Take a breath, Charlie,” Sheriff Kassen ordered. “Now, what exactly did you see?”

            Drawing a deep breath, Charlie let it out with a flood of words. “I saw the man of the mountain! He’s a giant, and he’s coming here!”

            “Are you making this up, Charlie?” Sheriff Kassen demanded sternly.

            “No, sir!”

            Before anyone else could say a word, Mrs. Fisher rushed up. “Sheriff, you’ll have to do something! I saw him, and he is a giant! I thought he was a bear at first, but he’s a man. At least I think he is. And he’s coming here!”

            “The mountain man?” Sheriff Kassen asked, reaching for his six-gun while his deputy shifted his rifle to his hands.

            Mrs. Fisher nodded, clinging to Mrs. Moreland.

            “Ladies, if you would clear the streets, we’ll handle things. Charlie, go along too.”

            “Come along to the store,” Mrs. Crawford offered and led the way.

            When the ladies had disappeared, Deputy Moreland turned to the sheriff, “Should we get Kockenbrock to join us?”

            “What for?”

            “Well–”

            There was no time for Deputy Moreland to finish his thought, for just then a large person clad in the garb of a man used to living alone in the mountains, and with a bushy beard and shaggy hair, appeared. He stopped short when he saw Sheriff Kassen and his deputy, but he didn’t speak.

            There was a long silence as the three men seemed to size each other up.

            A cheerful whistle broke the silence and Mr. Kockenbrock strolled casually up. “Need some water. Forgot to get some this morning.” He looked over at the stranger. “Mornin’. Have you tried Mrs. Fisher’s flapjacks?” Without waiting for an answer, the absentminded blacksmith continued on.

            The interruption seemed to rouse the sheriff, for he demanded, “What’s your name? And what brings you to our town?”

            “Tiny. Christmas.” The stranger’s words were rather quiet.

            “You came here for Christmas?” Sheriff Kassen questioned.

            The man gave a slight nod but said nothing.

            “Humph,” the sheriff grunted as he stared at the giant of a man. “Where are you from?”

            “Up yonder,” and the man jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

            “You come alone?”

            “Yep.”

            Sheriff Kassen took a few steps closer and stared up into the man’s face. “Well now, you listen to me. I want no trouble from you, ya hear me? You come into my town, you got to behave yerself. Understand?”

            The man gave a short nod and then walked past the lawmen and continued down the road, pausing now and then to peer at a sign above a building or gaze into a shop window.

            Sheriff Kassen frowned after him. “I don’t like this, Moreland. I don’t like this one bit.”

            “Do you know anything about him, Sheriff?”

            “No. But I aim to find out what he’s up to.”

            “He said he came down for Christmas.”

            The sheriff grunted. “A likely story. Keep an eye on him, Deputy.”

            “Sure thing. But where are you going, Sheriff?”

            After a quick glance around, the sheriff said, “I reckon I’ll jest take a look from where he came from. Don’t want to be surprised if’n he’s got friends.” With a firm slap on his holstered gun, Sheriff Kassen hurried off in the direction the mountain man had come from.

            Alone, Deputy Moreland shook his head. “I wonder what’s going to happen.” With a sigh, he cradled his rifle again and set off after the strange man from the mountains.

 

*

 

            Inside the general store, the ladies were gathered near the window hoping, yet dreading, to catch a glimpse of the stranger Charlie and Mrs. Fisher had seen.

            “I’ve heard of the man in the mountains before,” Mrs. Moreland remarked. “Some say he’s got a gold mine up there, but he doesn’t mine it and shoots anyone who comes near.”

            “If that were the case,” Mrs. Crawford replied calmly, “why would he leave it and come down to town?”

            “I heard,” Mrs. Fisher said, “that he came down from Canada to escape the law up there.”

            “Is he an outlaw?” asked Mrs. Nelson, backing away from the window and holding her baby closer.

            “If he is wanted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, he must be!” And Mrs. Stokes shook her head. “I wonder if he’s a member of that band of outlaws who were terrorizing the West a number of years ago. I don’t think they ever caught them all.”

            Mrs. Fisher turned from the window to look at her friend. “Were they from Canada?”

            “I don’t know, but they might have been. There are hundreds of miles between the two countries, and they can’t all be watched at once.”

            Mrs. Crawford tried to protest. “Ladies, we don’t know anything about the man.”

            “I overheard my husband and the sheriff talking one night,” Mrs. Moreland said, ignoring Mrs. Crawford. “They were talking about some outlaw leader who must be nearly seven feet tall, and he always goes into a town alone first before the rest of his gang come in and rob it.”

            Mrs. Nelson and Kate gasped.

            “I . . . I . . .” Kate stamKated, “I don’t think I like that man.”

            “And I heard–” Mrs. Fisher began.

            “Ladies!” Mrs. Crawford exclaimed more loudly this time. “Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Shouldn’t we–” She got no farther.

            Mrs. Stokes’s exclamation sent everyone crowding around the windows. “There he is!”

            Even Mrs. Crawford, though she was not suspicious, was curious about the man who had so suddenly appeared in their midst.

            Sure enough, the mountain man came slowly down the street, gazing at the buildings, and now and then stepping up on the boardwalk before returning to the street again. He didn’t seem to notice the faces of the women peering out the store windows at him. Now and then he would nod and look up at the sky.

            “Oh, there’s your husband, Mrs. Moreland,” Mrs. Fisher said.

            “Maybe he can tell us who the man is,” Mrs. Stokes hinted. “Perhaps you should ask him.”

            Mrs. Moreland, after making sure the mountain man wouldn’t notice, opened the door and beckoned her husband over. “Who is he?” she asked.

            With a shrug, Deputy Moreland shook his head. “Says his name is Tiny and he’s from the mountains. Says he’s come for Christmas.” The deputy looked at the ladies. “I think you’ll be safe if you go home today. Sheriff Kassen is doing some checking. I had better be going. I need to keep my eye on our friend.” With that he hurried away.

            The ladies looked at each other.

            “I don’t think I’ll feel safe at home with just Baby,” Mrs. Nelson said.

            “Come along with me for the day,” Mrs. Stokes offered. “Charlie can shoot straight.” She looked around. “I’ll have to find him though. Maybe he went to visit Mr. Kockenbrock.”

            Mrs. Fisher turned to Mrs. Moreland as Mrs. Stokes walked away with Mrs. Nelson. “May I come home with you? The boardinghouse is all fine and good at night when Mr. Kockenbrock is there because even if he is a bit absentminded at times, he’s big and strong. But in the daytime . . .”

            “Of course.”

            After the ladies left the store, Kate turned to her mother. “Mama, they didn’t purchase their sugar or buttons!”

Next part coming tomorrow..

Did you enjoy the first part of it?

A Visit to Frosted Pines

 Welcome back to this little blog! It's been a long time since I last posted. I thought I'd have posted a story before this, but that didn't happen. Life has been a whirl. But I just had to post today. Some of you might remember (if you've been here long enough) the posts I've done about our Christmas village, Garlandsburg. Well, this year, we didn't put that village up.

Instead, my nieces and nephews decided they wanted to build a lego village for me to put up. So, after two days of legos all over the living room plus teens with long legs, and lots of work, we have a village! So, come join me in a quick tour of

Frosted Pines

[Note: Some of these buildings were from sets and they will be marked with * so you know. But even the sets got altered some to make them more wintery or Christmasy.]

We'll start our visit up on the top of the mountain at the ski lodge*. 

The ski lodge is run by Krista, and there she is, getting the mail. But it was built by Goofball. He also built the first-aid station, fixed the helicopter, and got the quad ready for any rescues.

Take a look at that ski hill! Now you understand why we might need some rescue workers and a first-aid station. That cliff is pretty high. And I'm not sure if you can see him or not, but Nathaniel is standing at the top of the slope near the trees with his dog ready to ski to the rescue of anyone. He's wearing a red coat and his dog is white.

At the bottom of the slope, we have Drew's home*. It looks like Braydn and his two friends are there to sing. They have good voices if you want to stop and listen. And Drew's dog is listening too.

 

Here we are at Frosted Pines' church. It's it pretty? Pickle Puss designed and built it.

And look at the windows! Yes, there are lights inside. And there's Papa heading in to get his sermon ready for Christmas.

 

 This is the house that Pickle Puss built.  I just love the porch with the chairs. Grace and her daughter, Kinsley, are on the porch in shocked surprise to see her husband, Richard, coming home in time for Christmas! Richard was a POW and got exchanged and sent home. It will be a happy Christmas for them this year!

Normally this is a small pond in the middle of town, but in the winter, it freezes over and becomes a place to skate. But who is skating? Perhaps you'll remember the boy, Andrew, who was such a good skater in Garlandsburg. Well, he grew up, and here he is, still skating! (This was built by Pickle Puss and Doodle Bug.)

This is the City Cafe* even if it is in Frosted Pines and not in a city. That is Grant standing on the balcony and looking out. He owns the place (built by Busters), and look, Jimmy & Megan are having a special date on that other balcony.
 

 

Here's the town's music store designed and built by me. I have no idea who lives above the shop or who is going inside, but notice the grand piano in the window and the other instruments in the other window.

 

Here's the library built by Pickle Puss. And yes, inside are shelves of books, a rack of newspapers and even a comfortable chair to read in. Grammy runs the library and is the one standing outside talking books no doubt with some random boy.

Here's a wider glimpse of a street in Frosted Pines. The blue building is a little restaurant built by Ti-K. Sarah works in the restaurant with Joy.

 

The little building the front is the post office built by Doodle Bug. You can see the mailman starting off on his rounds. The buildings behind* are being built by Busters, but he hasn't gotten them finished yet.

 

And here we have a house built by Ti-K with a roof by me. I guess a roofer's daughter can build a roof for a lego house. :) And yes, there is a cat on the roof after the bird who is on the top of the roof. Kailyn lives here with her sister, Joy.

 

And here is the high school gym! And look, there's a basketball game going on tonight. The Wildcats are playing someone. James is the police officer on duty holding the door open for the players. That first one to the door is Douglas. And there's Danielle and her twin standing in blue on the side. I can't tell them apart. I think they are here to cheer on their team. Go Wildcats! 

 

And now, let's head out of town.

This is Joel's farm. There he is cutting some logs. Horses are in the pasture, and his dog is on the porch. Looks like he's got a nice fire going out there. I build the house* but we altered it some and Funny Boy set up the whole farm.

 

This is the train* museum that Buddy built. There are lights that turn on, but I didn't get a picture of the lights. Goosey loves this train and wants to make sure the baby and her bottle are in the train with her driver daddy.

And now we come to the Christmas Tree farm. That barn is being built by Funny Boy. But you can see Tom in the gray hat talking to someone about a tree. Tom works on the tree farm.

The Christmas Tree Farm is a busy place! BehBeh is driving the sleigh to take a man and his tree to the parking lot. Her dog, Archie, is riding beside her. There are people picking trees, and some are cutting them down.

If you get cold or hungry at the tree farm, you can stop by the little stands and buy some hot drinks or something to eat. Lucas is manning the drink booth right now. Do you see the little rabbit hiding under a tree?

And this is my, I mean BehBeh's house* and her little red truck at the edge of the farm.

And that's the end of our little tour of Frosted Pines. I hope you enjoyed it!

Provider - Part 5

 Good morning!

Writing camp is busy. Tomorrow is the official first day of camp. Lots of words will start to get written then. Some are being written now, but they don't count for July's goals.

It's been HOT here the last few days. Yesterday was 105º. Ugh. We stayed inside. 

This is the final part of this story. I hope you enjoy it. I don't have any other story to share next, so you might have to wait a bit. Thanks for reading!

 

 Provider

Part 5

    It was Cherry’s voice.
    “Yeah.” Heidi wasn’t sure if she had actually answered outloud until she heard what sounded like sighs of relief.
    “Just relax.”
    That was not one of the four girls. It had to be a man. Forcing her eyes open, Heidi fought against the whirling sensation and blinked until things came into focus. She was lying on the floor, and several people were standing around.
    “How do you feel?” It was the young man’s voice, and she slowly moved her eyes to his face.
    “I’m okay. I must have leaned down or tried to get back up too quickly.” She started to sit up, but the young man and Cherry both ordered her to stay still.
    “Your face is still really pale, Heidi. Better do as Neil says. Oh, he’s my brother. He was studying at a table on the other side of the room.”
    Heidi closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.
    “Did you eat lunch?” Neil asked.
    “Yeah. A little.”
    “And breakfast?”
    “Uh huh.”
    “What did you eat?”
    Heidi hesitated. She didn’t want to admit that she’d fallen asleep before she could get the check cashed and buy groceries, or the girls might feel bad. “I’m okay. Really. I just need a drink.”
    Cherry got her water bottle and along with her brother helped her sit up slowly so she could drink.
    “Sorry about the interruption. I really am okay.”
    “Do you have any food allergies?” Neil asked.
    Heidi shook her head and regretted it the next second as her head began to throb. “No, but I’m okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to tutoring.”
    “Heidi–” Cherry began but stopped short.
    “Why don’t we all go back to your place, you can rest and eat if you need to, and if we need help, we can ask,” Ems suggested.
    Heidi wanted to refuse. But she did need to eat, and her head pounded. If she didn’t agree to it, then she’d have to give part of that check away.
    The girls had their stuff gathered in record time, and Thia grabbed Heidi’s bag. “I’ll carry this.”
    “Here. Eat this on the way.” Neil pushed a protein bar into Heidi’s hand. “See that she does, Sis,” he remarked in lower tones to Cherry. “And Dad doesn’t go to work until six.”
    Heidi didn’t have the energy to give more than a passing thought of wonder as to why Neil was telling his sister when their dad went to work. Her hands shook as she tried to open the package of the protein bar, but Lyds noticed and did it for her.
    “Thanks.”
    “Of course.”
    Thia had gone to bring her car up front, and the girls all climbed in. Wearily Heidi leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She would take another bite in a minute and then tell the girls where she lived. Where she lived? She cringed. It was so small and bare and dreary. They wouldn’t want to go there!
    “The sun is out,” she remarked. “We could finish at a park.”
    “Nope.” Thia drove like she knew where she was going. “Listen, Heidi, it doesn’t matter to us where you live. We want to make sure you are all right since we feel kind of responsible for what happened today.”
    “Oh, but you shouldn’t–”
    “Eat,” Cherry reminded her gently.
    Heidi took another bite.
    Thia pulled into a parking space at the apartment building, and everyone climbed out. Heidi was still feeling shaky and was grateful for Cherry and Thia’s support.
    They got her inside and helped her to her room to lie down. Then Ems came to the bedroom door.
    “Heidi, did something happen to the check Thia gave you yesterday?”
    “No. I was going to cash it. But I made the mistake of coming home first and I fell asleep.” She moved a hand to rub her aching head. “The check’s in the zipper pocket of my backpack.”
    She heard murmured voices in the next room but lay still because any time she moved the room began moving too. The front door shut, and then someone came back to the bedside. Opening her eyes, she saw Cherry. “Where are the others? We need to study.”
    “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”
    “No.”
    “Then we can all study then. You can tutor Thia, Ems, and Lyds, and I’ll tutor you. But tonight you aren’t doing any more studying. You’re going to rest, and when the girls get back from grocery shopping, you are going to eat a proper supper. After that, we’ll see if you are well enough to stay here alone or if we kidnap you and take you somewhere else for the night.” She smiled as she spoke.
    “But–” Heidi wasn’t sure what to say. “You all don’t know me.”
    “Not very well yet,” Cherry admitted. “But Mrs. Almstead does, and we are all sisters in Christ.”
    Tears filled Heidi’s eyes. “Thank you.” It felt inadequate, but she couldn’t say more.

*

    One week later.
    Heidi smiled as she pulled out her journal before settling into bed for the night. She wrote the date and then wrote:
    “The Lord is my Provider. I have tested it, tried it, and proved it true. He provided friends, food, and” –she smiled, thinking over Cherry’s remarks that Friday afternoon– “family. Sisters in Christ. And He provided a tutor when I needed one, and girls who need me to tutor them.”
    Closing the journal, she turned out her little lamp and settled down on her pillow. “Mrs. Almstead was right. The Bible is true.”
 

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Provider - Part 4

 Good morning!

It's still been nice enough before 7 to go walk, but it warms up very quickly. 

I've been staying busy with camp prep, blog post planning, and writing. Along with other life things. I'm going to keep this very short since I'm sure you didn't get on here to read me rambling. You came to read the next part of this story. There's one more part after this. Enjoy!

 

 Provider

Part 4

    Breakfast wasn’t anything spectacular, but it wasn’t the worst thing she could have eaten either. She made her lunch, wishing she had just a little something else to put in with the ramen.
    “It’s what I have and I’ll be thankful,” she said aloud.
    Shouldering her backpack, she left her apartment, locked the door, and started for school. The sky was a little brighter, but the wind blew. Heidi shivered and squinted up at the sky, hoping the winds would blow the clouds away and let the sun shine again.
    Her first class went well, but the second one was difficult. She had hoped the tutoring she had gotten would help her understand things, but she just wasn’t getting it. Class ended, and slowly she began closing her notebook, wondering if she should find a different tutor or if–
    “Miss Sandler.”
    Startled, Heidi looked up to find the professor, a gray haired man, standing near her. “Yes, sir?”
    “I have been noticing that you always take notes by hand on paper instead of on a laptop. To a man of my age, that’s refreshing. But you seem to be having difficulty with the course. Do I talk too quickly for you?”
    “No, sir. I learned speed writing when I was young.”
    “Speed writing? May I see your notes?”
    Puzzled, Heidi flipped open her notebook and handed it to the professor.
    “Amazing! And who taught you this?”
    “I learned it on my own, sir. I found an old book of it once and decided to try it. I discovered I enjoyed it and have done it ever since.”
    “Well.” He handed the book back to her. “We’ve discovered your problem isn’t my speed of talking. Are you having trouble with the subject?”
    Heidi nodded. “I’m just not understanding some things, and that means I’m not getting the later things.”
    “Have you tried a tutor?”
    She nodded.
    “Who?”
    She gave the name.
    “No. She may understand this class, but she’s no tutor. She understands it with her brain but not her head. In other words, she can’t teach what she only knows as surface knowledge. I think you need someone who can help you get to the root of it all and who actually knows it with a knowledge that will last longer than her final exam. Now let me see, who would be good?” He pondered a moment as Heidi waited. “I have it. You really need Agape Millsap.”
    “Who?”
    “Agape Millsap. She’s in her second year here, attends my second course. Someone could probably get you in touch with her. I’ll have to get ready for my next class, but Miss Sandler, if I may be so bold, get some rest this weekend. You look exhausted.”
    “I will, sir. Thank you.” Heidi put away her notebook and rose. Everyone had left the room including the professor, and Heidi gave a short laugh. “No one has ever been amazed by my speed writing before.”

    By the time three o’clock rolled around, Heidi felt miserable. She’d discovered that cold, soggy ramen was a poor substitute for even a peanut butter sandwich, and she’d barely been able to stomach half of the small portion she’d eaten. On top of that, one of the students who was supposed to be doing the group project with her had found her and informed her that the rest of them wanted to change the project. And it was due on Monday. Thankfully, one of the instructors had been passing in the hall, and Heidi, feeling desperate, had asked about changing. She wasn’t sure if this instructor had had experience with just that sort of “group project” or not, but she informed Heidi that if she wanted to complete the project they had started instead of starting something new, she had permission as long as she only used her own work. Then she had turned to the other student and said, “Just make sure your new project is completed and turned in on time. And Miss Sandler is not included.”
    That had been a good feeling at the time, but now Heidi was worried that she wouldn’t be able to do as good of a job or would get a lower grade because she didn’t have anyone to work with.
    “Something wrong?” Cherry’s concerned voice brought Heidi out of her thoughts.
    “Just this group project that’s now just my project.”
    “Oh, yeah. Those are hard. When’s it due?”
    “Monday.”
    “Oh. I’ll be praying for you.”
    “Thanks.” Heidi turned away to look for something in her backpack that she didn’t need, so she could hide the tears that filled her eyes. She wasn’t used to hearing people say they’d pray for her.
    “We’re here!” Thia’s voice made Heidi look up.
    “And only three minutes late,” Cherry said, looking up from her phone.
    “I think your phone is off, Cherry Millsap,” Thia flashed back with a grin.
    “I love it when you slap our nicknames together with our last names, Thia,” Ems laughed.
    Heidi turned at stared at Cherry. “Do you take Mr. Gregory’s second year course?”
    “Yes.”
    “Can you tutor me? He said you could. I tried someone else, and she just sat around and stared at her phone while I studied, and if I asked questions she rattled off things I didn’t understand.”
    “Sure. I’m free this evening if you want to start then.”
    This evening? Heidi didn’t know if she should agree or not.
    “Or we can do it another time.” Cherry must have sensed her hesitation.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Why don’t we talk more about it after you finish here. I’m sure Thia, Lyds and Ems are longing to dive into English Lit.” Her tone was exaggerated and teasing, and her friends laughed.
    Part way through the tutoring session, Heidi bent down to pick up her pencil that had dropped, and everything started spinning. She wasn’t sure if she was falling or if it was just another strange sensation. Voices, worried and concerned, were around her, but she couldn’t seem to concentrate on their words or open her eyes.
    Something cool was placed on her head, and hands touched her wrist.
    “Heidi, can you hear me? Don’t try to open your eyes if it makes you dizzy. I just need to know.”
 

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Provider - Part 3

 Good morning and happy Friday!

I'm not sure how it can be the middle of June already, but that's what the calendar says. I haven't gotten as much writing done this week as I had hoped, but I did have to stop and do some research a few times. I haven't been working on my secret project this week. Sorry. Monday's Mystery said it was time I work on it. So I am.

Anyway, enjoy this next part.

 

 Provider

Part 3

    Laughing voices announced the arrival of the other girls.
    “You’re late,” Cherry said, shaking her finger at her friends.
    “I know, and I’m so sorry, Heidi!” Thia slid into a chair. “One of the other students had a question about our group project that I had to answer.”
    “It’s okay. Let’s get started.”
    Heidi quickly found out that tutoring these three friends was fun but exhausting. If it wasn’t for Cherry’s reminder to her friends to “quiet down and get to work,” a few time, Heidi wasn’t sure how she would have lived through the session. As it was, when they had finished she gave an inward sigh of relief.
    “Can we have a session tomorrow?” Ems asked. “I promise I’ll come without Thia if I have to, but there’s a test next week, and I need all the help I can get right now.”
    Lyds and Thia instantly added their pleas for a session tomorrow.
    After checking schedules, they agreed to meet at the same time and place.
    “And don’t be late tomorrow,” Cherry said.
    “Promise!” Thia pulled out a blank check from her pocket. “Do you mind a check. I will pay for today and tomorrow at the same time, and next week I’ll make sure I have cash.”
    “That’s fine.”
    “Wait. Would you rather have us vinmo it to you?” Heidi must have given her a blank look, for Thia said, “Never mind. Let’s stick with a check.” She looked at her two friends. “Did you two bring cash, or do you want to vinmo me the money and I’ll just write one check.”
    “Oh, that would be good. I don’t carry cash,” Ems confessed. “It never occurred to me that I couldn’t vinmo the payment. Sorry, Heidi.”
    “It’s fine. I’m just not up on all that technology stuff.”
    “Put mine on the check too, Thia,” Lyds said. “Then she won’t have to cash two checks.”
    This was quickly done.
    “Thanks so much, Heidi! We’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Bye. Thanks.”
    Heidi gave a wave and a smile and put her things away.
    “Are you sure you’re okay?” Cherry hadn’t left with the others.
    “Yeah. I’ll go home and eat something.”
    “And maybe take a nap too. That often helps my headaches. I’ll be praying for you.”
    “Thanks.”
    The walk home through the misty rain, was almost disheartening to Heidi. If she wasn’t feeling so light headed and dizzy, and if her head didn’t pound so hard, and if the bank and grocery store hadn’t been on the other side of her apartment, she would have gone to the bank, cashed the check, and then stopped at the grocery story for some food. “After I eat something,” she murmured to herself. “Then I’ll go to the bank and the store.”
    Never had the bare and almost dreary rooms of her tiny apartment looked so good to her. It was quiet. She could act as miserable as she felt, and no one would notice and question her.
    She started her last can of soup heating up then took off her shoes and put on her slippers, hung up her coat, and pulled a worn sweatshirt over her sweater. Maybe it wasn’t the most stylish thing to do, but it was warmer, and her apartment wasn’t known for being warm. Except in late spring when it felt more like summer outside.
    Once her soup was heated, Heidi ate it, enjoying the warmth. She closed her eyes for just a minute when the pan was empty. “I should have kept my shoes on,” she thought, resting her head on her arms. “Now I have to put them on again. What should I buy at the store? Bread. Eggs. Waffles. Soup. Something to put on the bread. What do I put on . . .”
    A crash of thunder startled her.
    She lifted her head and rotated her stiff shoulders. Her eyes fell on her watch and she gave a cry of dismay. The bank was closed. She’d fallen asleep, and now there was no way to get the check cashed until tomorrow!
    Rain began pattering against the window as though the clouds were crying with her.
    “What am I going to do, Lord?” she prayed in a whisper. “I have a little bit of beans and rice, and two packs of ramen, and that’s it. I’m trying to trust You to provide, but it’s really hard right now.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she gave a shiver as another crash of thunder seemed to shake the apartment.
    A part of verse she had memorized a few weeks ago came to her mind, and she repeated it out loud. “He prepareth a table before me.”
    Slowly, with a feeling of uncertainty, she rose and carried the empty and now cold pan to the sink. Then she looked into her cupboards once more.
    They were still the same. The fridge was still empty except for some salad dressing, a half filled bottle of catsup, and a little bit of maple syrup.
    Giving a sigh, she stood and leaned against the counter. “I can cook the rice for supper tonight. it’s not much, but I did just eat some soup. Then tomorrow I can cook a package of ramen noodles and eat them with syrup. I wonder how they will taste. But lunch . . .” She frowned. “Maybe I could cook the other ramen and eat it cold. People do make pasta salad and that gets eaten cold. It would be better than nothing. Then, no matter the weather, no matter how much my head aches, I’ll go to the bank first.”
    With this plan in place, Heidi got through her evening of studying, eating her small bit of supper, and working on her group project. She went to bed early in hopes that extra sleep would help her head.

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Provider - Part 2

 Hello,

 I don't know if anyone is reading this story, but here's the next part.

 

 Provider

Part 2

    “And Ems, well, we already knew so many Hannahs, and I have a sister named Hannah, and it was just awkward trying to always have to use a middle name or last name, but her birthday is in May, and I thought of using that, but then I had a niece who was named May, so that was out.”
    How quickly Thia talked!
    “But May starts with the letter M and that sounds like Em, so she became Ems because apparently I like to end some names with an S.”
    “I see.” Heidi wasn’t sure she really saw, but another explanation was likely to just confuse her even more, so she smiled like it made complete sense and ate the last of her energy bar. She had hoped to study a little before her next class, but she didn’t want to appear rude.
    “Heidi said she’d tutor me in English Lit.” Thia was talking to the other girls, but instantly Lyds and Ems turned to Heidi.
    “Will you tutor me too?
    “And me? I had a tutor,” Ems said, “but she didn’t really do any tutoring. She mostly just sat there on her phone and expected me to learn everything on my own. Not fun.”
    Thia looked at Heidi. “Maybe you could tutor us all together. We will promise to work hard.”
    Heidi looked at the girls. She had just prayed that morning for the Lord to provide, and here was a chance to tutor not one but three girls. And in her favorite subject! “I can try it with all three at once,” she began. “But I don’t know if you’ll all need the same kind of help or not.”
    “Well, I’m not in English Lit,” Cherry began, “but can I come and hang out too when you do it? If I’m not busy. I like having company around when I study.”
    Heidi shrugged. “I don’t mind. When shall we start?”
    “Hmm, good question. When’s your last class tomorrow?” Thia pulled out her phone and the other girls did too.
    Feeling somewhat embarrassed because she only had an old fashioned flip phone, Heidi reached into her backpack and pulled out a small notebook that held her schedule and other info she might need. “My last class is at two, so I should be done by around three.”
    “That works for me.”
    “Yep.”
    “I can do that too,” Lyds said. “Where do you want to do it?”
    “Too hard to do it at the library with three of us,” Thia said. “I’d offer my house, but tomorrow we have painters coming, and the place will no doubt smell awful.”
    “Why not right here?” Ems suggested.
    The other agreed, and Heidi nodded, trying not to frown at her headache. “We should probably exchange numbers in case something needs to change.” She opened her notebook to a new sheet of lined paper and slid it across to Thia along with a pen.
    Each girl wrote her name and phone number down, including Cherry.
    The four girls chatted to each other and Heidi a few more minutes before they all scattered to get to their next class.
    Somehow those few minutes had brightened Heidi’s day. Yes, her head still ached, and she didn’t have more food, but soon she would. And she had made not one, but four new friends. Mrs. Almstead had sent Thia to find her, but God must have prompted Mrs. Almstead. Even the dreary drizzle didn’t seem so forlorn to her when after her final class she pulled her hood up and started for home.

    The next morning she toasted her last waffle and drank the last of her milk. Lunch was a problem. She didn’t have money to buy lunch on campus, nor did she have time to go to a grocery store and pick up a loaf of bread.
    “What do I do, Father?” she prayed. “I can’t exactly take uncooked beans or rice, and I can’t make ramen for lunch. If I didn’t have tutoring, I’d just come home and eat early. Do I have anything I can eat to tide me over until I get home?”
    Her search of the cabinets revealed nothing. “I don’t even have an apple or a carrot!”
    She thought of her brother and his wealth. He was making plenty of money but would never dream of sharing it with his sister.
    “He did pay for our supper when he was here,” she argued with herself. “And it was a large supper, and I had enough for lunch the next two days. I’m sure he just didn’t know.”
    Suddenly a faint memory of putting a granola bar into her purse some time ago came to her mind. Running into her room, she grabbed her purse and started digging. Sure enough, there it was. Rather beat up but unopened.
    “Thank you, Father! You do provide!”
    With a grateful heart, Heidi tucked the small bar into her backpack and set off for school. The rain had ceased to fall, and although it was still chilly, the sun was trying to peek through the lingering clouds.

    Heidi didn’t see Thia or any of her friends that day at lunch, so she ate her small granola bar and studied.
    At three, she found the table they had eaten at before and sat down. Her head ached, and if she hadn’t needed the money to buy groceries, she would have texted the girls and cancelled, even if it took her forever to text on her cheap flip-phone.
    “Hi! Where are the others?”
    Heidi looked up to find Cherry standing beside the table. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen them yet. Maybe their class ran late.”
    “Or Thia got stuck talking. She does. And Lyds is often late for one reason or another, but I thought Ems would be here by now.” Cherry sat down. “I’ll text ‘em and see where they are.” Without waiting for Heidi to reply, she whipped out her phone.
    Heidi took the moment to massage her forehead a little.
    “Are you okay? You look like you’re not feeling well.”
    Dropping her hand, Heidi forced herself to smile. “Just a headache. I sometimes get one with weather like this.”
    “Yeah, the weather is enough to give anyone a headache. Do you need something? Water? Food? Tylenol? Do you want to cancel the tutoring today?”
    How Heidi wanted to say “I need a paycheck so I can get some food and eat again,” but she shook her head. “I’ll be okay.”