She forced herself to smile at the pinch-nosed woman leaning over the pew in front of her. Murky, dirt-stained, a smudge of mud and slush, just like it had been when she woke up this morning.įather, forgive me for grumbling, and help me to be thankful for everything. It would keep on falling, keep on covering the drab, muddy winter scene in a beautiful, pristine white, but by tomorrow the landscape would be painted only with grays and browns. Her aching spirit knew that much with an unyielding certainty. Folks at Orchard Grove Bible Church worked themselves up about a fair number of important issues, pew placement being fairly high up on the list.
She slipped into her regular spot in the sanctuary. As if she’d lived four or five decades already. Susannah was early, like normal.Įarly to graduate high school so that now she was the only teenager she knew who was already this bone-crushingly, soul-wearyingly tired. Snow fell from the sky at a listless, melancholy pace.
0 kommentar(er)
