Meddling with God’s Plans?

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Jen went to the landscape calendar hanging on the wall next to the fridge. Her index finger counted the days since the interview. Only three? Feels more like ten. The slap of her flip-flops followed her back to her task, sorting the clothes spread across the blue leather couch. I expected to hear by now. I wonder what’s wrong. Her …

Stay Inside the Lines

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Susan retrieved the parcel from her doorstep and read the return address. Thoughts of her granddaughter warmed her heart. “Wonderful.” She stepped back into the warmth, letting the storm door close itself and shoving the heavy red door closed with her hip. “Who was it?” Tracy’s voice rasped in her ear. Sunday afternoon cribbage games with her neighbor were almost …