By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I ask why a lot.
Do you?
- Why did mother die?
- Why did that guy cut me off in traffic?
- Why did I lose my job?
- Why has life not gone as I planned?
Maybe I’m asking the wrong why. Maybe I should try again.
- Why is the trickle of a stream like a song?
- Why do spring daffodils pop up crisp and pure?
- Why is my home so warm in winter—my table prepared with food, my friend just a phone call away.
- Why does God love me?
Have you ever asked the wrong why?
Why not change?
Go ahead—try again.
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Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,
things too wonderful for me to know.
Job 42:3 (NIV)
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“What did your father think of the bread and jam?” the widow said.
Dorrie Berkshire was a straight shooter, but Dan had work to do, so he welcomed it. “He sends his thanks.”
“Why don’t you bring him over for dinner tomorrow. It’s a short jaunt across the road. Do you think he’d be up to it?”
No beating around the bush with her. He looked to Miss Hutton, who seemed as stunned as he was.
“You told me he takes the waters at the hotel two or three times a week.” The widow’s yarn ball was growing. “This would be a much shorter trip, and the company might do him good.”
Grace Hutton lowered her head and cleared her throat as if she searched for words but found none.
Dan palmed the side of his face, the stubble longer than usual. Why not come to dinner? His father had perked up at mention of the widow.
“I’ll see how he’s doing and let you know. Do you have a telephone?”
“Hmph!” Dorrie shook her head. “What do I need one of those contraptions for. Just clutter my house. I’ll send Grace over before noon to see if you’re coming. We’ll be prepared either way.” ~Covering Grace
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