"Therefore, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord..." ... 1 Corinthians 15:58
About fifteen years ago Tom and I knew a couple around our age, Terrence and Genie, (I'll call them), from a 'sister church' of ours. Twice we went out to eat with them and at least once we shared meals in each others' homes.
Sweetest couple, ever, Terrence and Genie. Terrence often reminded me of my meek, quiet grandfather, in fact.
Then, sadly, Terrence became sick and, tragically, soon passed away. Afterward, Genie moved to a different state to be near relatives and later I found her by way of Facebook (though for a couple years I didn't see her there). She missed our area and hoped to move back someday. This month we discovered she had.
So by way of Facebook, I invited Genie over to lunch for Sunday afternoon and she sounded excited about coming. I gave her our 'new' address and told her Tom and I were anticipating her visit after not seeing her in ages.
On Friday I began cleaning house, but not the consuming, must-make-it-all-perfect way that I used to years ago. Thankfully, I've picked up some common sense since then. By Sunday everything was presentable, including the yard, but certainly not spic and span. Dinner was on the stove and I even made a jello salad, something I'd not done in literally years.
But uh-oh! Genie never showed up.
Perhaps she forgot. Maybe she lost Internet service and hadn't seen my last two private messages at Facebook. Maybe something important came up with one of her children's families nearby. She'd attended a pool party the day before so I'm telling myself not to worry about that. Worry solves nothing, but surely spoils much.
Anyway, yes, Tom and I were disappointed, and yet? We ate the Fideo and jello salad--Tom raved about both, probably to encourage me--but actually, I was already happy. I gazed around the room and appreciated that I was caught-up on chores. Monday's tasks would be a cinch. Things smelled yummy (during summer we get whiffs of 'basement scent' so that's saying something) and I could relax and read and dream the rest of the sunny day.
We'd experienced another fun weekend together, someday we'd discover why Genie hadn't arrived and in the meantime? God was still God, I'd stepped-out and invited Genie over (I'd been lazy about having company the past 2 years...tsk, tsk... and feeling convicted about it), my sinus headaches were gone and peace still reigned in our home.
It was all good, even so! Just as it was, just as it is when God is truly number 1. His peace is that unshakable, that over-powering-ly palpable because He is that mighty, that real, yes, even in Today's shaken-up world.
And yes, I'll keep trying to contact Genie to see what's up. :)
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