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come right in, Miss Buchanan,” an unassuming young housemaid informed Kate upon her arrival at the Jefferson house the next morning. She hadn’t wanted to come around too early, and she hoped that ten thirty was an appropriate hour to call.
“Good morning, Kate,” a rather subdued Margie greeted her with a small smile, rising from her chair where she apparently had been embroidering something. “This is a lovely surprise.”
“I hope it is, lovely I mean. I would hate to think that I’m disturbing you in any way.” Kate fidgeted in the middle of the room, not wanting to presume anything by taking a seat.
“You’re not disturbing me in the slightest, my dear. I quite welcome the distraction. Please, sit and we’ll have some tea.”
Kate perched on the edge of a chair and leaned forward anxiously. The heat of the day was already on them, as might be expected in the summer months, but she surmised that the sweat trickling from her brow had as much to do with nerves as the weather.
“I, uh, just wanted to check in on you. I haven’t seen you since…for a few weeks.”
A fleeting shadow of grief passed over Margie’s countenance, but she bestowed a kind, if somewhat forced smile on Kate. “That’s very sweet of you. I have my good days and bad days, but I find great joy in small moments with my children and husband.”
“You do?” Kate didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but she’d expected to find a woman overcome with grief, not this mild, peaceful person.
Margie nodded. “Life is for the living, my dear, and I expect that Robert, little as he was, would not want his mother to give up on life. He was too full of joy for that.”
“But…you’re not angry with God for allowing it to happen?” She moved even further forward on her seat. Another inch and she would be right on the floor.
“Angry? Well, not really. I’m sad and hurt of course, but God understands that. He lost his own Son for a much greater and harder purpose. He knows my pain and comforts me. Without Him, I don’t know what I’d do.”
Kate considered this. At that moment, the same housemaid brought in some tea and biscuits.
“Will that be all ma’am?’ she asked politely.
“Yes, thank you, Sarah.”
As she accepted the tea from Margie’s hand, Kate realized that under the sorrow and sadness, there was great strength. She may not smile as broadly or be as cheerful as when they first met, but there was definite peace in Margie’s overall bearing.
“So, your faith is…holding you together then?” Kate asked, hoping she wouldn’t sound too intrusive. “You see, I’m rather new to the whole thing, and I don’t know quite how it all works.”
“You’re new to…?”
“Believing in God,” Kate admitted shyly, but smiled nonetheless. “Geoff gave me a Bible and as I was reading through it, I felt God become real to me. I finally gave up my pride and anger and admitted that I don’t know how to run my own life.”
“That’s a good start,” Margie said softly. “When we do that, there is great freedom.”
“Yes, but it’s hard to accept many things in the Bible, don’t you think?” Kate watched her carefully. Whether or not she could move forward with her other questions largely depended on Margie’s response.
The older woman didn’t reply right away. She set down her cup and folded her hands in her lap. Her face took on a pensive look. “God’s thoughts are not our thoughts and neither are His ways our ways. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are His ways higher than our ways and his thoughts than our thoughts.”
“Is that from the Bible?” Kate asked eagerly. “It sounds like it, but I haven’t read that much yet.”
“It’s from Isaiah,” Margie replied.
Kate nodded. “I’ve only gotten through the New Testament and part of the Old Testament. I haven’t read any of Isaiah yet.” She hesitated a moment and then asked gently. “What does it mean?”
Margie smiled a
“Good morning, Kate,” a rather subdued Margie greeted her with a small smile, rising from her chair where she apparently had been embroidering something. “This is a lovely surprise.”
“I hope it is, lovely I mean. I would hate to think that I’m disturbing you in any way.” Kate fidgeted in the middle of the room, not wanting to presume anything by taking a seat.
“You’re not disturbing me in the slightest, my dear. I quite welcome the distraction. Please, sit and we’ll have some tea.”
Kate perched on the edge of a chair and leaned forward anxiously. The heat of the day was already on them, as might be expected in the summer months, but she surmised that the sweat trickling from her brow had as much to do with nerves as the weather.
“I, uh, just wanted to check in on you. I haven’t seen you since…for a few weeks.”
A fleeting shadow of grief passed over Margie’s countenance, but she bestowed a kind, if somewhat forced smile on Kate. “That’s very sweet of you. I have my good days and bad days, but I find great joy in small moments with my children and husband.”
“You do?” Kate didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but she’d expected to find a woman overcome with grief, not this mild, peaceful person.
Margie nodded. “Life is for the living, my dear, and I expect that Robert, little as he was, would not want his mother to give up on life. He was too full of joy for that.”
“But…you’re not angry with God for allowing it to happen?” She moved even further forward on her seat. Another inch and she would be right on the floor.
“Angry? Well, not really. I’m sad and hurt of course, but God understands that. He lost his own Son for a much greater and harder purpose. He knows my pain and comforts me. Without Him, I don’t know what I’d do.”
Kate considered this. At that moment, the same housemaid brought in some tea and biscuits.
“Will that be all ma’am?’ she asked politely.
“Yes, thank you, Sarah.”
As she accepted the tea from Margie’s hand, Kate realized that under the sorrow and sadness, there was great strength. She may not smile as broadly or be as cheerful as when they first met, but there was definite peace in Margie’s overall bearing.
“So, your faith is…holding you together then?” Kate asked, hoping she wouldn’t sound too intrusive. “You see, I’m rather new to the whole thing, and I don’t know quite how it all works.”
“You’re new to…?”
“Believing in God,” Kate admitted shyly, but smiled nonetheless. “Geoff gave me a Bible and as I was reading through it, I felt God become real to me. I finally gave up my pride and anger and admitted that I don’t know how to run my own life.”
“That’s a good start,” Margie said softly. “When we do that, there is great freedom.”
“Yes, but it’s hard to accept many things in the Bible, don’t you think?” Kate watched her carefully. Whether or not she could move forward with her other questions largely depended on Margie’s response.
The older woman didn’t reply right away. She set down her cup and folded her hands in her lap. Her face took on a pensive look. “God’s thoughts are not our thoughts and neither are His ways our ways. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are His ways higher than our ways and his thoughts than our thoughts.”
“Is that from the Bible?” Kate asked eagerly. “It sounds like it, but I haven’t read that much yet.”
“It’s from Isaiah,” Margie replied.
Kate nodded. “I’ve only gotten through the New Testament and part of the Old Testament. I haven’t read any of Isaiah yet.” She hesitated a moment and then asked gently. “What does it mean?”
Margie smiled a
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