Penny’s stewing blinded her to the brightness pouring through the windshield. She knew there wasn’t anything she could do about the situation, but her mind kept running over and over the details. Glare from an oncoming truck struck her eyes and she jerked her head to the side. The sunny day finally caught her attention. If only she could throw off the negative thoughts.
Three close friends. All about the same age. Close on every level. Some people couldn’t tell them apart even though they were decidedly unique. They lived together in a secluded house with access to the larger community. However, there was a hitch in their life of contentment.
I have a friend who describes the activities of her life as blips on a radar screen. We share about our efforts to keep only those things God has for us flashing across the array. A travel delay transformed that image into a divine message.
Jane frowned into yet another lump of blackened oatmeal. Once in a while would be easy for her to take, but day … after … day? What did she have to do to avoid the mess?