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Part 19
That Tuesday her branch office called her, asking her to come for a meeting to discuss options. As the office was about an hour's drive away, she took an overnight bag; sent a message to Shem telling him her office paged her and she needed to go. She hope she would be back in time for their 6 pm dinner. If not she'd try to let him know as soon as possible.
Off she went for her meeting.
Her options were, she was told, she could go as a substitute, for a month or so to various places which needed relief when one of their many numbers had extended illness, or had emergency recall due to family issues and such like; or, there was a position right there in her stateside office which would be long term; perhaps two years. The first overseas substitute position was in Papua New Guinea for three months of language teaching to nurses.
For those months abroad she'd have to find her own living expenses from supporters but for the office posting, she'd be paid a salary. She could have a week to pray and decide. While there in the office she could use the guest chamber or commute, it was up to her. If she decided on the office she could also have a two day orientation from the outgoing staff. There were other terms and conditions regarding both places; the secretary could fill her in later. For now, please join their prayer day til this evening and stay over in the guest facilities to see what they would be like.
"Hmm," thought Ruth E, " they seem to be pushing the branch office. Well, she'd have to spend the week in prayer and seek God's guidance. She'd get Great-granny Blue to pray too. She was fervent and righteous and had great wisdom and godly counsel.
The next morning after breakfast with the director and his wife, Ruth E headed home. She took it slow and easy and took in the sights as she drove along. She'd pop in on Great-granny first and set her prayers into motion. She stopped off at the farmer's market to see what treat she could find for her. "Oh, the Danish buns look yummy. I'll get two and we can go outside for fresh air under the trees and eat, talk and pray in peace."
Before getting out of the car though at the home, she sent a text message to Shem saying she'd be in good time for dinner. Oh, she'd have to tell Great-granny about that too. Her and her prayers really got things happening.
Great-granny was very pleased to see Ruth E, and happily allowed her to wheel her outside. She always loved crisp air and these mid-Sept days were balmy but revitalizing with coolness. Soon she'd be cooped up for winter. Ruth E did have to fetch her afghan though, for her legs. It was almost a touch too cool but she didn't want to miss the day.
Ruth E filled her in on the mission choices and then of her intended dinner for two that evening. Great-granny was so silently nibbling at her Danish bun, that Ruth E thought she'd said something wrong and offended her. But then she saw her lips moving in prayer as well as nibbling. Ruth E was amused. Great-granny never missed a chance to consult her Heavenly Father.
"Ruth E," her Great-granny finally spoke, "remember that I advised you not to keep Shem dangling? It's your ultimate decision but just think. If you go off to the other side of the world again, you may be throwing away some chance that can be just as godly as serving in a foreign land. There is a nearby posting which may not seem so glamorous but it will keep you much nearer. I suggest that you hear out what Shem has to say this evening, if anything, and then you and I can pray in our own closets as well as coming together daily for this one week. Don't make a decision one way other other til the deadline arrives."
"Those two little daughters of Shem's adore you and relate to you as if you were their mother. That picture fits you. However, do not choose just for their benefit. You must see if the relationship which is developing between you and Shem could be a lasting, respectful, committed, all things good, etc one. Can you trust him? Only you will know the answers to those questions. You must get your guidance from God and seek His will."
"Thank-you, Great-granny, your wisdom and godly advice, I greatly esteem." said Ruth E. "Now I must get you inside before you catch your death of cold. You still have a 100th birthday party coming round soon and I want to see you there, alive and knittin' and kickin'.
"Oh, go on, you!" Great-granny grinned.
Six pm rolled around and both Ruth E and Shem were punctual. For once Navy Blue was not around to tease, so they set out unimpeded. Ruth E had dressed semi-casually but guessed Shem wouldn't take her anywhere exceedingly formal and she was correct in her surmise. Italian. Her western food favorite.
She had a hankering for lasagna, which she ordered. Shem got some sort of seafood pasta. They had some garlic bread and a class of wine each. Ruth E liked red wine with a couple of ice-cubes for good measure. Shem was a bit more connoisseur with his wine, and didn't need the ice; he'd let his white wine warm up in his glass as he sipped.
He had to hide his amusement. One thing he liked about Ruth E was her down-to-earth-ness and not minding what others thought about her ways too much. He was pretty sure having red wine on the rocks was now being hilariously discussed by the wine cellar staff. He'd have to get re-used to some of her ways.
He'd Googled it some time ago but he recalled once seeing, "Ladylike laws: The Proper Way to Drink Wine by Lauren Conrad. He had noted at the time the way to drink red wine: "room temperature or a touch below..." Ruth E's was more than several touches below.
He grinned at her. "You make me very happy, Blue Belle."
"Well, I'm glad I amuse someone," Ruth E beamed back. She figured he was honing in on her red wine drinking style. She didn't really care. She liked it very cold. "Hoity-toity," she said.
As their meal progressed, Shem got quieter and more serious. "Ruth E", he said, "it seems the relationship between us is kindling nicely. What do you think?"
"I concur," was her most unromantic reply which she said with a small smile. She was going to pace herself.
If Shem was a little disappointed in her answer he didn't show it. He continued, "I'd like it very much if we could see each other, alone, like this, more often."
"Shem, I believe I'd like that too but I need to tell you about my meeting with my mission board today."
Shem's food suddenly got stuck in his throat and his heart felt, like it might sink. However he was cautioning himself too. "Don't rush her, you might lose her again."
"What did they have to say?" he asked after he could finally swallow.
So she told him and asked if he would pray that she'd be guided by God's will and not her own wishes.
He wondered which her wish was: the near or the far choice but didn't ask. He said he would certainly do that. This was going to be one long week. "So can we meet like this again next Wednesday?"
"Can we make it Friday evening? I've got to travel to the branch office again. If I decide on near rather than far I've got to do orientation on Wednesday and Thursday, straight away as the person I would be replacing will be off after that. The next Monday I'd begin work." Ruth E explained.
He held his breath but didn't ask and she didn't say, if she chose far, when she'd have to go.
"Ok, I'll be sure to pray about this for you."
"Oh Lord" he said inwardly to God, "let her choose near but, not my will but Yours be done."
Lightening the moment, he changed the subject and told her how happy the girls were on Saturday evenings after they'd come from her full days' company. He enjoyed all the stories of their days.
"Oh boy," she thought, "I hope they didn't spill everything, especially about her being their new mommy."
She smiled serenely enough, "Yes, I really enjoy them too. They are really, very pleasant children; well mannered and obedient for the most part."
"They told me your secret."
Ruth E looked up slightly startled, "What secret?" she asked.
"The one about what makes for a good cook," he said.
"Oh, ha, ha." Ruth E laughed, relieved. "Yeah, my mother shared that tidbit of wisdom with me when I was a child. It stuck. I hope it'll stick with them too."
He would withhold what else they'd said about her being a good mother. He'd keep that as a treasure and trump card for now. He was relieved his girls had innocently given him "permission" to seek out Ruth E. He agreed with his girls, Ruth E would indeed make a for a good mother." He'd add, "and a good wife and companion."
He'd bide his time yet but he'd near burst his buttons this week waiting for Ruth E's work verdict. He was sure of it. "Oh, Father God, help," he pleaded, sending up a silent SOS to the One in control.
"Saturday, I want to take the girls for Chinese food in the evening. Would you care to join us?" Shem asked and hoped he didn't sound like he was begging.
"That sounds like fun," Ruth E said, "but I already promised Sapphire I'd do something with her. I'll take a rain check though."
Shem had to be satisfied with that; he sighed quietly.
"I've really enjoyed our evening, Blue Belle. I hope we can do this often but understand your priority is your work for your Lord and Master, Jesus Christ. Yet He is not a hard taskmaster." Shem said and then shut up before he put his foot in his mouth and regretted it.
He paid the bill and they left the restaurant. He drove her home, took her hand and pressed it to his lips. "Blue Belle" he whispered.
"Good-night, Shem, thanks so much for a good dinner," Ruth E escaped then from the car before her face betrayed her very benevolent emotions. "Good night." She raced into the house, closed the door and stood with her back to it almost hyperventilating. "Get a grip" she scolded herself, "you're 30 not 13!"
Leave it to Navy to bring her back to earth with a thud. He seemed to always be lurking and smirking at her lately. "Nice night out, Ruth E?" he inquired and then sauntered away to forage for snacks in the kitchen, snickering to himself.
It was high time Navy's leave was up so he could try to stay out of mischief, afloat on a boat.
Part 20
The week wore on, Ruth E prayed at home and with Great-granny Blue. She was feeling she should take the admin office position, keeping her great-grandmother's wise advice in mind regarding not stringing Shem along to a dead end.
She was thinking that if anything was to come of this relationship, it would also be good to let Hannah and Heather continue to get used to her.
Another factor was financial support. She'd stopped much of it upon her unexpected return and didn't want to keep making on and off bids for support. Having a steady salary would be better and as the relationship with Shem was still uncertain it seemed the better choice. She'd likely stay at the office guest chamber throughout the week, especially during winter months and then travel home for weekends. This decision gave Ruth E peace of mind and heart. Great-granny Blue felt it was the right choice and told Ruth E so.
On the last day of her allotted time, Ruth E motored off to the office to give them her decision. She was immediately set to work, then, being orientated to her new duties. At mid-afternoon break time, she sent a short message to Shem telling him of her decision. He replied almost instantly, "Thank God! Can't wait to see you on Saturday."
"I'll be home about 6 pm on Fri if all goes well. I know originally we planned for dinner but think I better eat with my folks. Maybe afterwards we could go for ice-cream say, about 7 pm. What do you think?"
"I'd love that Blue Belle," Shem typed. He added many grinning, happy faces and a heart.
"Well, that put him out of his misery," thought Ruth E impishly. She too, had a grin on her face, feeling confirmation of a correct decision.
It was a bit difficult to collect her concentration after that but she strove valiantly and managed to get a feel for the work enough to satisfy Jane, her mentor.
It was good there was a convenience store nearby. After work hours Ruth E went to find some edibles to cook in the guest accommodation kitchen. It was going to be quiet in the evenings, Ruth E thought. After a simple dinner, Ruth E arranged her room and settled in with a good book she'd spied earlier in the office library. Just as she was getting comfortable, her phone rang and a familiar voice asked, "Miss Ruth E, when does water stop running downhill?"
"Oh, Heather, is that you? I bet its when they turn the tap off."
"No! The answer is, "When it gets to the bottom, of course!"
"Ha, ha, ha; good one Heather."
It was Hannah's turn next, "Daddy wants to talk to you but please don't be long, he needs to read us a bedtime story."
"Oh, ok, Hannah. How was school today?"
"Ok, but they were making cards for Mother's Day so I felt sad."
"That is very difficult, Hannah. We can talk about that on Saturday, if you like. Ok? I want to give you a hug."
"It's ok, Miss Ruth E, I made the card for you instead! Here's Daddy."
Ruth E was speechless and caused Shem to ask a couple of times, "Ruth E, are you ok?"
"Oh. Oh. Yes, Yes. So what do you think of the decision?"
"I have many questions as to why this choice Ruth E but I'd rather hear the answer in person. I'll just say, for now, I'm very, very glad and that's an understatement." And Ruth E could hear the joy and relief in his voice. "Ok, Hannah and Heather await. Good night Blue Belle."
"Good night, Shem," she murmured softly.
Part 21
Friday was happy day. Ruth E drove home after being termed, "She'll do," by Jane. She told her parents of her new responsibilities and of her plans to live at the guest accommodation throughout the week and home on weekends. "Of course, if there is a special family event during the week, let me know; I'll come, weather permitting."
Her parents were grateful to the Lord for bringing Ruth E back home. Of course, they told her, "We would never stand in your way if you went back to the foreign field if you truly felt that's where the Lord was leading you. We're sure glad, though, that we'll see more of you more often."
"Yes, I miss all those dear ones left in Borneo so much but I'm glad to see you, more often too. The hardest thing about leaving here and going overseas was leaving you two behind."
"Well, Mom, I'll quickly wash up the dishes. Thanks for another great meal. One of these days I'll have to cook Borneo fare."
Dishes done, Ruth E had just enough time to spruce herself up and bob downstairs, when Shem arrived on the doorstep, promptly at 7 pm.
Off they went for ice-cream.
"The girls wanted to come too but I told them it was my turn to see you as they'd have their chance all day tomorrow," Shem laughed.
"Yes, it's good to take turns." She grinned She was feeling more at ease in Shem's presence now as she let herself trust him more.
They ensconced themselves in the Ice Cream parlor and were delightedly digging into their ice-cream sundaes.
"So," said Shem, "I'd dearly love to hear how you came to your decision to stay nearby."
"Well Shem," Ruth E answered, "I asked Great-granny Blue to pray with me for that week, to seek God's guidance clearly. There were a couple of factors that stood out. A big one was that I'd asked my supporters to stop supporting since I wasn't doing any 'work' for which they'd pledged to support. One or two were determined to continue--God bless their souls--until a final decision was arrived at.
If I went overseas again I'd have to ask them all to start up and thought it would be confusing to start and stop etc each time a substituting stint came or went. The nearby admin work is steady and complete with salary so I don't need to canvas for financial support." She said all that but withheld the second big factor which was him and the girls. She stopped talking, took a drink of water and savored another mouthful of ice-cream. She waited to see if Shem noticed.
He was savoring a mouthful too but she could see the wheels turning in his head and a small patient frown appeared on his face. He appeared to be waiting for further news but when it was not forth coming, she could see he was mulling over in his mind as to what to say next.
"I see. You mentioned a couple of factors. That's only one." he said. "What about the others?" he caught her eyes with his trying to read an answer.
"I'm not quite at liberty to say Shem; I hope I can in time." she said quietly. He was observant she acknowledge.
"Oh, would it have anything to do with us, Blue Belle?" Shem tried to catch her eyes again but they were elusive.
"Yes, Shem." she said and this time their eyes met meaningfully.
"That didn't take much time to divulge," he said merrily.
"Ruth E, about a year of those original two years you said you'd be overseas, has elapsed. We've been writing. We've been seeing snatches of each other. The girls have been visiting you and adoring you, I might add. Our relationship seems to be firming up. Do you foresee us moving forward together anymore than we are? I don't want to string you along Ruth E nor do I want my girls to be wrenched away." She told her.
"Shem, I'll tell you what Great-granny advised me. She said those two years were kind of long and that I had better not be dangling a carrot in front of you without you being able to eat it, kind of thing and that I had best not be stringing you along out of some sort of revenge."
"Wise lady, " Shem commented smiling.
"However," Ruth E went on...
"Always a 'however'" Shem thought to himself.
"...the Holy Spirit seemed to be telling me to test your commitment Shem. You know our past history and what transpired. I felt that commitment and trust needed to be ascertained."
"And do you know what, Shem?" Ruth E asked him.
"No, what?" suspense was killing him.
"I have deduced that you are committed to our relationship. You've been very patient and understanding. I see that you are sincere in your faith and service to God and a wonderful father to your girls. I also trust you now."
"So the second factor is, and Great-granny agrees, that this nearby post would be good for exploring how our relationship will be culminated."
"This post is for two years and nearby and will allow more face-to-face time. Is this a good answer, Shem?"
As she spoke, Shem's eyes glittered with more and more joy. "It is a most excellent answer, Blue Belle. You've brought great joy to my heart. You've been most kind and generous with your answer."
"I will truly seek to be loyal and steadfast with you. Thank-you for this most marvelous second chance, Ruth E." And Shem actually shed a tear or two, which Ruth E reached up and brushed away with her thumb.
"You're most marvelously welcome, Shem". " And I shall do my best to do the same. Let's play it by ear and see where we go."
"I concur," he replied mischievously.
"Well, our ice-cream Sundaes are becoming a lake, let's finish up and take a stroll in the evening air." Shem suggested.
"Saturday is the night when I take the girls out for dinner and you have a rain check to use. Won't you join us, tomorrow, Ruth E?"
"Yes, I'm free and that sounds wondrous."
~ERC September 2017~
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Part 16
Towards the end of the second round of three months stay, Jessie came to Ruth E saying it doesn't look like good news for you. It would be good if you packed your things, just in case. You may get the fourteen days upon re-entry but quite likely, no extension beyond that. I think you need to prepare yourself and your friends here.
So with a heavy heart, Ruth E did some tentative packing: those for sea mail to home or possible other location; those to give away to local friends &/or folks in need; and those she'd want to personally bring wherever she was headed.
Out of the country she went. Then she returned. She was given fourteen days but must report to the immigration department in person for a conference with one of the officers.
On the day appointed, Jessie accompanied Ruth E. Immigration wanted to know exactly what she was doing. "Charity work" Ruth E said. "Some nursing and health talks for new mothers and also teaching English."
"Well, " she was told, "we've kept track of you for ten years and now for six months plus. You are doing good, so we will give you three more months but that is the absolute limit."
Ruth E and Jessie left the building somewhat in shock even though they knew this sort of thing was happening to one or two of the other co-workers as well. It seemed random but they could actually pinpoint that these "targets" were ones who had the most "harvest".
"Jessie," Ruth E said, "this is why it is so important for the locals to stand up and take the baton from us foreigners. It is time. But, I feel like crying." And she did, on and off, over the passing three months working and packing through her tears. Grieving. Yet she believed that the Holy Spirit had been alerting her to change. It was tough though, after all these past years of fruit and building up the church along with her 'teammates'. She would sorely miss them all.
She wouldn't drown in self-pity, however. She'd been given a three month extension and she intended to make full use thereof.
She also always asked God to guide, and this did appear to be definite direction away from Borneo. Where to next, was the next question!
Her mission organization was in meetings to discuss the options. For now, they said, "Go home." Just like that; out of the blue! Less than a year back and she was headed home.
Ruth E always felt partings so keenly, no less this time. It was even more so as it was all so final--as if someone had died. Kind of herself, or her life in Borneo. Being cut off was no joke. What was that whats app saying someone sent her not long ago...
"As much as you want to plan your life, it has a way of surprising you with unexpected things that will make you happier than you originally planned...That's what you call God's will." (author unknown)
This was certainly a surprise, and she didn't feel happier yet, but she would submit to God and His will and way for her life. She would thank and praise Him "for all that is past and trust Him for all that is to come".
Then came departure day. Oh my, what a send off!! There must have been close to a hundred if not more, friends and spiritual children come to bid farewell. What a tumult of emotion! Jacey and Jacinth never left her side til the last second. Ruth E held up her hands for quiet and right there in the airport terminal began a prayer of challenge and benediction; one she'd just read from a prayer booklet earlier that morning, something in regards to "running the right race".
She quoted Acts 20:24...
"However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me--the task of testifying to the good news of God's grace."
She commended them all to God in prayer.
She prayed that the Christians in Borneo "will have a heart that is steadfast in the faith even in the tough and trying times in the region. Oh Father God, let there be resolve to face whatever challenges that may come along these peoples' way with a persevering and joyous attitude."
"May we all fully understand your call Father and the call of Your Son Jesus Christ when He asks us to take up our cross and follow Him faithfully even though it may cost us all greatly at times."
"Father, help us to look beyond our personal preservation and start looking towards Your purposes and the work of Your kingdom throughout this region. Let each one present here, Father, the precious family You gave me here, that together, no matter where each of us are, we will pursue this calling over and above our own needs of comfort and safety."
"Be our everything.*1 And now I take my leave with saddened heart yet submitted to you Father God. In Jesus Name I pray..."
"Amen" came the hundred or so voices.
It started out softly, by ones and twos and gathered strength, and they sang in their mother tongue, "God be with you til we meet again..."
Crying, and singing and hugging. Other passengers were wondering who this celebrity was. God's, that's whose! Finally, Ruth E had to tear herself away. Everyone waving furiously until she disappeared into the passenger waiting area, with the one hundred voices, "We love you Ruth Elizabeth Blue!" ringing in her ears.
Note:
*1. NECF Hope in God Ezekiel 37:1-14, 40 Days Fast and Prayer Booklet 7 Aug-15 Sept 2017 Day 37 12 Sept 2017, Tuesday.
Part 17
Roy L III, Blue Jemmy and Shem received her home. She didn't feel like having a big welcome party. So she re-entered her own culture quietly and with massive ambivalent feelings. They each gave her, even Shem, a hug and then let her just "be" for the next few weeks. They were all kind of stunned and in limbo but new beginnings were beginning to germinate.
One fine Saturday, while Ruth E was digging in the family vegetable garden, Blue Jemmy invited Hannah and Heather (Shem's girls), over to visit unbeknownst to Ruth E. She was busily weeding and pruning, her mind 1000's of miles away on the other side of the world when she was brought back to earth by a bubbly sunshiny voice asking, "Miss Ruth E, what did the judge say when the skunk sprayed the court?"
Ruth E, startled, must have had a blank look on her face, so the voice, which materialized into young Heather, answered, "Odor in the court."
Ruth E had to laugh then and she welcomed the girls with hugs. "Here" Heather said, "I drew it out for you. You can put it on the wall in your bedroom." Ruth E chuckled again. "Thank-you Heather. That's very thoughtful of you. Can you please put it over there on the garden bench for me for now. My hands are all dirty from weeding. Would you girls like to help me do some weeding? Then later, I bet Mrs. Blue Jemmy will have some lemonade ready for us. What do ya think?"
"Well, you talk a bit funny," put in Hannah, "but, sure, we can help. Our Grandma H showed us how to do it."
And so a pleasant morning was spent in the garden with the girls chattering about school and their dog Molly and the things they liked best. Ruth E had an excellent listening ear and the girls warmed up to her, becoming fast friends all in a couple of hours.
After lunch, since the girls said their Dad said they could stay till he got back from Oak Villa about 4 pm, Ruth E asked if they wanted to walk to the park and play on the playground. This was met with favorable assent so off they went. They enjoyed each others' company and astute Hannah remarked, "You may talk funny but you have good energy and can keep playing with us on the swings and everything! Grandma H cannot."
"Uh-oh," thought Ruth, "comparison".
"Well, you know what Hannah?"
"No, what?"
"I'm many years younger so its easier for me to get about. Your Grandma H does the best she can. She's done so much for you. Don't forget to be grateful to her. Do you ever say thank-you to her for helping your Daddy take care of you when he's working?"
Hannah looked down at her toes. "No." She whispered. "I didn't think of it."
"Never mind, " said Ruth E, "you can always start today. How about we go home a bit early and make her a card--almost like its Mother's Day--you can make it "Grandma Hutchinson Day" and write about what you are thankful to her for. I'll help you. And Heather, you can put in some of your "Snicker Doodles". How does that sound?"
They thought it a fine idea so they traipsed off home and busied themselves about their card making task. And that's how Shem found them when he arrived to take them home.
The girls collected their things and the card for Grandma H Day. Ruth E surprised Shem when she handed him a bouquet of flowers. "Not for you," she grinned, "for your mother, to go with the card."
"We've had a very pleasant day. They could do this again if you wish." Ruth E told Shem.
Shem said, "Thank-you Ruth E, I appreciate that."
"You're welcome but it was actually my Mother's idea. It also gives your Mom a break. No doubt, even though she loves the girls to bits, she could use an extra rest day."
"You are likely correct although she has never complained. Ok, bye for now and thanks," Shem waved with the bouquet. Oops, she hoped the bouquet would get to its recipient still intact. And the girls skipped ahead of their Dad to the car, already vying with each other to tell him about their day with Miss Ruth E.
"But she has a funny way to talk," she overheard Hannah comment just before she ducked into the car.
"That's called 'an accent' Hannah. Miss Ruth E has been overseas a long time and can speak two or three other languages, so when she speaks English, sometimes those languages get a bit mixed in."
Ruth E sighed. She still felt like a misfit on her own motherland turf. But it had been a real interesting and pleasant day; that much, at least, was for sure.
She turned into the house and gave her own mother a big hug, "Thanks for the day Mom. It really lifted my spirits. I think it was a wonderful day and also gave the girl's grandmother a break. They'll likely come over again next Saturday. I'll just go upstairs for a bit and put this Snicker Doodle in my room. I'll be down to help with dinner in a trice."
Ruth E's mother kept "mum"; she too, like Great-granny Blue, had been praying for sparks to ignite between Ruth and Shem. If she didn't miss her intuitive guess, those sparks could well be kindling. She'd help stoke those sparks into flame, God willing.
Part 18
Ruth E had had to go round to all her supporters and explain her predicament. She thanked them, one and all for their faithful support over the many years but by right, for now, she didn't feel she should accept funds. One or two, though, told her they would continue to send their monthly contribution until she got her next marching orders or until she got a job. How blessed she was for these godly thoughtful brothers and sisters-in-Christ. She thanked them profusely.
The mission board, as yet had not assigned her another location. She didn't know why the gears were turning so slowly; but again, God's timing was everything.
In the meantime she visited her Great-granny Blue, helped out some, as needed in that home, and at home; went to the local library and had a reading session with special needs children that were brought in once a week. And spent numerous delightful Saturdays with Hannah and Heather.
This Saturday coming Shem had declared they were going for a pizza picnic at a park a short drive away. Would Ruth E like to join them? Well, since it was out in open air Ruth E decided to join them.
Navy Blue happened to be home that weekend and rolled his eyes and cleared his throat unnecessarily and 'ahemmed' a couple of times but otherwise held his peace. Ruth E gave him a punch on his biceps.
Shem and Ruth E had continued to correspond via email so not many knew of their renewed friendship. Any onlookers thought Ruth E was just being her thoughtful selfless self by looking after the girls now and again.
So this semi-public picnic event together was a departure from their norm. The two girls were elated. They chattered non-stop like magpies. Young enthusiasm was contagious so they had a very good time indeed.
The next Saturday the girls were dropped off again. This time Ruth E took them to the market to buy some apples. "Why do we need apples, Miss Ruth E?" they queried.
"Oh, you'll see," Miss Ruth E said mysteriously. "You'll like them."
"What, what?" they chorused.
"Wait and see," Miss Ruth E said. "you are going to help bake something."
"Oh Grandma H lets us bake too sometimes but she gets tired after a while and asks us to go play," they remarked.
"Well Grandma H is very tolerant already. Older people run out of steam sometimes. She does her best, remember?"
"Yes," they replied, chagrined.
"Now let's pay and trundle off home." Ruth E directed.
It was indeed a glorious flour-y mess in the kitchen workshop a couple hours later. Blue Jemmy was going to come in to make some strawberry smoothies for them all but decided to wait it out. Somewhat chaotic for her. Well the apples finally got corralled into apple turnovers and got popped into the oven and anxiously awaited; the girls' mouths already watering.
"There's still ten minutes to wait girls" Miss Ruth E said, "now we clean up."
"Oh Grandma H always does the clean-up. We don't want to do that boring part," they resisted.
"Let me tell you a secret, Hannah and Heather. This is one my mother told me years ago when I was not much older than you are now, but I'll let you know it too."
"You were our age, once?" they exclaimed, hoping to divert the subject.
"Yes, of course! This is what my Mother taught me...Do you know what the sign of a really good cook is? And this is not a Snicker Doodle, Heather."
"No," they answered in unison.
"The sign of a really good cook is to clean up the mess and wash the baking dishes afterwards. Come on, it won't take long and by that time the turnovers should be done."
"Oh," they groaned, "We knew you would say something like that."
"And you know what, I think Mrs. Blue Jemmy is going to make you a special drink. So when we clean up she can come in and work. It's good to leave the place clean for the next person who needs it. Don't ya think so?"
"We suppose."
"Ok, let's get at it. Then we'll take a turnover each to the play room and have an apple turnover picnic. Good?"
"Yes, good," they smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign.
They eventually got settled into the playroom and were munching on their turnovers. Hannah especially seemed to be in a contemplative mood, and suddenly said, "I like you" to Ruth E. "And I really like you, Hannah, and you, Heather" Ruth E responded.
"You don't have anyone, do you?" Hannah observed.
"What do you mean Hannah?" Ruth E asked, somewhat guessing at the answer and where this might lead.
"Well, Uncle Roy L III has Blue Jemmy, and Uncle Roy L IV has Blue Di; you are Ruth E Blue but have no one," Hannah went on.
Before Ruth E could say anything, Heather piped up and said, "My Daddy doesn't have anyone either; least not now."
Hannah gave Heather an elbow in the side, but she continued, "Maybe you and Daddy could be together and you could be our mommy all the time, not just on Saturdays."
That blew Ruth E for a loop. What could she say? She knew Hannah still missed her own mother Josie. She decided to see what Hannah would say, "What do you think Hannah? What if your Daddy found another lady to be by his side? That would mean you had a new mother?"
Hannah's eyes started to tear. "Yes I miss Mommy but I think I still need a mommy with skin on; especially if that was you, Miss Ruth E."
"Aww, you dear girl." said Ruth E and hugged Hannah. "If you had a new mother, you could still talk about Mommy Josie. She's like a gem treasure in your heart and memories of her will always be there."
"These relationships of a husband and wife are not something two people just jump suddenly into. They must think it over well. Ask themselves can they be committed for life? That could be for a very long time."
"Well," responded Hannah, "you've been back for so long already, isn't that enough?"
"Both people have to be in agreement and like each other and be able to trust each other," Ruth E explained.
"Well, my Daddy says he trusts you and says that's why he lets you look after us so much. Sometimes he forgets and calls you "Blue Belle" which is very funny because that's your cat's name," chimed Heather.
Ruth E thought it wise to change the subject and got up to put some kids dancing music on. "Let's sing and dance," she said.
Just then she noticed a shadow pass by the playroom door and a smirking Navy peered in before disappearing elsewhere. "Groan," thought Ruth E, "That's all we need to have him listening about."
Ruth E mused, their emails were changing in tone to something more serious and she believed there was commitment shown by Shem along with a whole bunch of great character and conduct. He had been patient and understanding for so long. She believed she trusted him now too.
That Saturday afternoon when Shem came to pick the girls up, he asked them to go wait in the car and buckle up. When they had complied he turned to Ruth E, "Blue Belle, I'd really like the honor of taking you out to dinner, alone. Would Wednesday 6 pm be good for you?"
Shem held her eyes waiting for her response.
"I'd like that very much, Shem. " Ruth E said softly.
Shem grinned, "Six pm sharp." And he bounced out to the car and drove away; the girls waving for all they were worth.
Inside Ruth E was a churning churn of emotions. "At least we'll have lots of butter," she joked with herself unsteadily. It felt like she was taking a plunge down a waterfall; a point of no return, or of "no brakes". She still wasn't sure she wanted this free-fall.
~ERC September 2017~
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| Blue Topaz |
Part 13
Since returning to "the field", Ruth E had been wanting to visit in the village and especially to see her friend Jacey. She'd heard Jacey was very unwell. She could barely walk anymore and many different types of foods seemed to cause her an allergic reaction. She had almost constant headaches and dizziness and needed much sleep.
Jacey had been to the doctors and gone through a whole battery of medical tests, all to which had come out negative.
Ruth E knew Jacey's character tended to hold grudges, stock piling all the things this or that person supposedly committed against her. She continued to harbor a very unforgiving and bitter spirit notwithstanding her new birth in Christ several years ago.
After reading what else Henry W. Wright had to say in his book Be In Health that she'd read during her recent furlough, Ruth E wondered if Jacey's problems stemmed from spiritual roots rather than physical. Seeing that doctors couldn't discover anything major amiss, and that Jacey was still relatively a "spring chicken" at age 45, Ruth E wanted to see if Jacey was open to hearing what she'd learned from author Wright.
Ruth E's organization's policy was that single sisters couldn't go into the rural villages alone, so she had to see which other still single sister, or couple, was available and willing to trudge along with her. She would drive in early Saturday morning and come back Sunday afternoon. Her usual partner was busy so she'd have to find another willing soul. Finally Jacinth, Jacey's twin agreed to accompany Ruth E. She was really worried for her twin and more than willing to help where she could. She promised to stay with Ruth E the whole time, unless Jacey wanted a bit of privacy; they could play it by ear but she'd be only a stone's throw away for the most part.
Along the route to the village, Ruth E explained to Jacinth what she was going to say, asking her to also be praying quietly while she was talking to Jacey.
The village dogs set up the welcome barks, hooting and howling to drown each other out. There was to be no sneaking into this outpost. Jacinth led the way to her family hut, which actually had been semi-modernized what with Jacinth working in town and helping her parents with home improvements so it was quite a cozy setting they entered. They found Jacey home alone resting on the living room sofa. She was very happy to see her sister and Ruth E. She rallied and welcomed them with wide open welcoming arms.
Jacinth had filled Ruth E in on many details but she kind of wanted to hear from Jacey herself as to her medical condition. She knew she'd hear it from beginning to end and even about the many people's misdemeanors towards her. The twins were so different in disposition it was difficult to tell they were sisters if it wasn't for their identical looks. Of course, one should not be comparing...
"Well, let's pray for God's redeeming grace to be activated," Ruth E had said to Jacinth.
Ruth E knew she was no expert on Be In Health but she wanted to recommend some of its aspects anyway. She settled down on the floor beside the sofa and Jacey. "Jacey, I hear you haven't been so well," Ruth E began.
"Yeah and the doctors aren't much good. All they can say about the tests is "negative, negative, negative!" What was the point of even seeking medical help!?" Jacey grumbled.
"Why don't you tell me all about the progression of your affliction, Jacey," Ruth E encouraged.
So she went into a detailed account of this pain and that, and debilitating muscles, etc. "The doc says it's all in my head."
"Jacey, when I was back on furlough I read up on some stuff in this regard. I wonder if you'd let me tell you about it and if you'd be willing to try, well, I'll call it a formula, but the author likely won't like me to use that term, however it's easier to explain that way.
Some of what I'll tell you, you may well not like. Please don't get mad at me. I want you to know that I care about you and what happens to you. I'd like to see you healed....Okay?"
"I'll try," Jacey said hesitantly.
"I'm not sure how to start out so do bare with me Jacey. Jacinth come nearer, I think I'd like to pray first."
"Dear Heavenly Father, we know you love and care about each of us and you want only our well being. You see us here now with Jacey who is rather unwell. Help each of us, with things related to our own spirits and your great Holy Spirit. I ask for wisdom and grace to enter and fill this room and that we will each speak with grace and Your love. I ask in Your Son Jesus' name, Amen."
"Jacey, since all the doctors' testing results have been negative, I believe there has to be some other factor other than a physical root. I discern that there is likely a spiritual root causing the physical problem."
That author guy, Henry W. Wright I was telling you about, says that in many physical ailments there is a high percentage chance of it stemming from a spiritual root.
Your problem appears to be auto immune in nature which Wright would suggest could well be from such things as longstanding and unresolved unforgiveness, anger and bitterness.
Now don't be upset. I want to give you an example from my own life in just this same area. A long time ago someone did something to me (no I won't tell you what) that hurt me very deeply. Very, very deeply, to the core. I could not forgive and was very angry. That anger and unforgiveness turned to bitterness.
God's Word asks us to forgive and to "rid ourselves of every root of bitterness" (Ephesians 4:31). And another verse from Hebrews 12:15 which says, "See to it that no one fails to obtain the grace of God, that no "root of bitterness" springs up and causes trouble..." (ESV).
Wright suggests that many do not follow God's Word, as above, and then get themselves into trouble; often disease-wise. God created us and knows well what will happen to our health if we don't forgive and relinquish the anger, hurt and bitterness to Him."
"I held onto all that for years. I too started to have similar afflictions as you have now, though not so dramatically. Eventually I did forgive the person and grew better. Yes, I still struggle at times, but my Heavenly Father helps me again, and again."
"On furlough I happened to bump into that person and all the old feelings of anger, etc resurfaced. God had to point out that I needed to forgive again. It's kind of like an onion, where there are layers of skin wrapping, etc that need to be peeled away a layer at a time. Keep peeling till those negative feelings are gone; again and again."
"My point in telling you all this Jacey is that I do know you, and that you have a decided tendency to keep records of peoples' wrongs or supposed wrongs, against you. First Corinthians 13:5 says that one of the characteristics of love is that "Love keeps no record of wrongs".
Jacey I believe that you do keep such a record and need to give that list up to God, one person and their wrongs against you at a time. Forgive them everyone. I know it can be a painful task and hit at one's pride too. These are part of God's New Testament commands for us for Christian living and are needful for us. I will not guarantee improved health if you do so, but it would be well worth a try. However, don't let your motivation be for good health; rather for obedience to God and out of love, respect and gratitude for Him."
"Would you be willing to do that Jacey?"
"Let God's love infuse you. Let the grace of God 'activate' you. Let obedience to God also put you into action."
"I'm going to be quiet a bit and let you think. Think of what you want to do. Do you want to hang on to all those negative things (you see the doctors' tests were somewhat accurate--they kept saying, "negative, negative"). Anyway, think if you want to obey God. Or if you want to keep on in negative, unwholesome mindset towards whomever. I'll pray silently and so will Jacinth. Let us know what you decide."
Silence entered the living room. The outdoor sounds were even muted on this balmy afternoon. Jacinth and Ruth E's heads were bowed in prayer; their eyes closed. At first they didn't realize the dam was breaking.
Jacey's tears began streaming down her face, the crying becoming audible to a kind of roaring sob decible; Jacey was convulsed in repentance.
The girls held her hands; Ruth E speaking softly. "That's good Jacey. Just cry it all out first. Then we'll talk some more." Jacey cried for more than an hour; loud, gulping sobs. Jacinth had to close the window and curtains against curious villagers. "Don't worry," Jacinth told them, "Jacey will be ok."
The crying was abating, so Ruth E suggested Jacinth make them all some tea and bring it in. Ruth E opened the windows to let the air circulate. She dug into her backpack for tissues and a pad of paper and a pen. Handing the tissues to Jacey, Ruth E said, "Now I believe you need to be specific in your relinquishing of your record of wrongs. I want you to think of as many people as possible whom you feel have wronged you and I'll write the person's name down and their wrong (s) beside the name. You speak; I write.
After that then, one by one, you can tell God, in Jesus name, I forgive so and so for such and such. You have to specifically fill in the blanks. When you have spoken each forgiveness, I want you to take my bright red marker pen and write across the person's name and their wrong against you, FORGIVEN, in big, bold, red capital letters. You think you can do that Jacey? We're here to help you."
"Yes, I believe I can. I already feel like a huge burden is rolling away." Jacey said.
Hours and hours later, the exercise was completed. Jacey's face was beaming. She felt such peace and forgiveness herself. Jacinth was the one crying now-with joy. She'd gotten her twin back.
Jacey's joy started a huge avalanche of warmth cascading all throughout her body. She started to breathe very deeply, she closed her eyes and she rested back against the pillows and fell deeply asleep.
Ruth E felt her pulse rate was slightly rapid but not alarming. "I think she just needs to sleep after all that" said Ruth E to Jacinth. "Since it's 3 or 4 in the morning, why don't we too, lay down and sleep here in the same room with Jacey. If she wakes up, we'll be nearby."
They arranged their mats on the floor and were soon blending their snores with Jacey's.
Part 14
They slept the sleep of exhaustion but woke to the sounds of songs and hymns wafting up from the village church service. Oops, they were going to be terribly late. Ruth E and Jacinth sat up, peered around, sniffed the air and chorused, "Coffee!"
And then, "Who's making coffee?" They turned in unison and stared at the sofa. It was empty. "Jacey?" they said together. They scrambled up and bee-lined to the kitchen. Sure enough Jacey was busy brewing some local coffee and traditional cakes were being fried in a baby-sized wok.
She grinned at their quizzical faces. "Good morning, sleepy heads!" The two girls shook their heads, blinked their eyes, rubbed them some and peered again at Jacey. "What's wrong, girls?" Jacey teased. "Look at what God has done overnight. I can dance. I can sing. I can cook. No painful and stiff joints or muscles. It's amazing what God's amazing grace can do for such a wretch as I have been. Praise the Lord, girls!"
Jacey's exuberance was catchy the more the two woke up and sipped coffee. "Alright! Let's sing Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!"
And they did just that.
Ruth E was certainly amazed. But she was cautious too. There was certainly sincerity in the confessions and repentance but her morning prayers with the twins (they decided not to go to church as they were so late) was to pray against relapse; against pride.
Ruth E had a further couple of exercises that she felt to be crucial; Jacey would have a huge Part 2 to accomplish, and a continuing Part 3. That would be to go to each one as much as possible and seek forgiveness from the individuals she had wronged by her unforgiveness. The cleansing power of the blood of the Lamb would sustain, propel and compel her through every last one. She didn't know what peoples' reactions would be but they would need to be much in prayer before each episode. She needn't go alone if she didn't wish but it was up to her. However it would be a good idea to have someone else along to help with accountability and to be a witness," Ruth E told Jacey and Jacinth. She'd join them as much as possible when she was free. She could surely pray from a distance too" she added.
The third bit of 'homework' would be to jot down in a journal all the things she was thankful and grateful for. Each day, write at least one thing even if it was just, "thankful for coconut milk". At the end of a month she could review and praise the Lord for all those things and be thankful all over again. Joy could well be a result.
Part 15
Ruth E had thought she wouldn't know what to share with Shem in emails. Well now she had a load of things to say, without mentioning names, of course. She'd also include more descriptions of the work the Lord had been allowing her to do over the past many years, since; well since they'd stopped writing years ago. Granted, he'd likely have heard lots of snippets from her parents, Grampy Blue and even, possibly from Great-granny Blue, but now he could hear her perspectives, straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak.
The days turned into weeks, then months; she exited the country, came back; stayed for two weeks and applied for and had gotten another three months. What would happen the next round, she wasn't so sure but she kept reminding herself that God was in control.
So she continued with her nursing and with her little English classes; making friends and leading many to Jesus Christ.
Shem had mentioned a possible visit in one of his emails but she'd dissuaded him. She wasn't quite ready for that sort of thing. That's not the reason she gave, mind you, but that was at the bottom of it. She told him her visa stay was so uncertain and that because she was back and forth it would not be conducive to visits. If he persisted, she'd give him the primary reason.
Besides, she didn't really want folks on the mission field to know anything about Shem as yet. Early days she thought. Her parents and Great-granny Blue, as far as she knew, were the only ones to know they were corresponding, and they'd keep mum. If anything ever came of this, then they all would find out soon enough, as if out of the blue.
~ERC September 2017~
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Part 10
Next day Ruth E went to see her Great-granny Blue; this time bearing a gift of dark chocolate she loved but that the home discouraged residents from eating. Ruth E brought it disguised in a tin of crackers. She told her Great-granny, "What you see is not what you get". Their eyes twinkled as they met in secret cahoots. Great-granny would sneak a sample later back in her room.
As usual, Great-granny was stickin' to her knittin'. Ruth E regaled her with her recent trip adventures and of all the various people she'd met and how the Lord was supplying for her needs.
"There's something else you aren't telling me though. Am I correct?" Great-granny asked.
At first Ruth E was puzzled but then she blushed. "Great-granny what big sixth sense you have!"
"All the more to understand you with my dear," Great-granny chortled kindly.
"When I left here last time I went and had it out with the Lord" Ruth E explained. "I confessed my wayward unforgiveness, anger and bitterness." God forgave me and continues to purify me."
"Shem was at Aunt Violet's BBQ that next evening. He said hello and that was that. But the day Sapphire and I went to visit Grampy Blue, Shem so happened to be the doctor on the on-call volunteering that day. He came into the staff room later where Thelma had blonked us sobbing souls down. Afterwards when Sapphire went to the bathroom, Dr. Shem handed me a note which I'd stuffed into my bag. With the funeral and deputation work I'd forgotten and overlooked it til late. He'd asked me to meet him. I had to call and tell him sorry to have missed the meet and left a message on his cell phone answering service. I'd used our house phone so he couldn't call my hand phone and disturb my peace of mind while I was working.
I arranged to meet him yesterday. He asked me to consider renewing our relationship.
I've been feeling that God wants to do something different with my life but I don't know what exactly. Possibly this? I don't know. I told him all the things I need to do that I'd committed to; said I wouldn't be back for two years but in the interim, if he wanted to write, he could. I kept hearing a prompting to test his commitment, thus the two years.
"That seems a long time to keep him dangling, Ruth E. Make sure its legitimately a test of commitment and not revenge."
"Yes, Great-granny."
"Great-granny, please pray for me. I want to do God's will but I don't feel like I can just jump in where we left off. And I don't want to be rushed. Granted those little girls could use a mother before they get much older, but their Grandmother H is doing a fine job thus far. I await God's timing."
"That's wise. I shall certainly pray in that direction for you then Ruth E. You can be assured of that! Me and my knitting' and my prayers."
"Thank-you Great-granny Blue. You always make me feel better." And Ruth E gave her Great-granny a kiss on her wrinkled, kindly cheek.
"I have a confession of my own to make to you Ruth E," Mrs. Blue giggled. "After your last visit I sensed you still had feelings for Shem and he even for you. I'm afraid I asked the Lord to stir them up more and bring the two of you back together."
"Great-granny!!"
Part 11
Many days, hugs, and farewell tears later, Ruth E found herself winging her way back to Borneo. She sighed happily. It felt like she was "going home" more than when she was going home. She looked forward to getting into her routine and catching up with everyone.
Shem had given her a lengthy parting epistle which she had yet to read. Subsequent missives could be via email, he said, "Faster, more efficient". She cautioned him that her internet was sporadic and her work took large swaths of time and exhausted her in the tropical heat so she didn't know how consistent she'd be in replying but she'd do her best.
During the extra long-haul flight from the States to SEAsia, Ruth E read Shem's letter. He was basically bringing her up to speed on his life since Josie had passed away and how he had slowly but surely, turned back to God and renewed his relationship with his Heavenly Father.
This, in turn, had helped him understand the relationship with his children better. How they likely were relying on and relating to him, and how he could relate and rely on God. He'd gotten the benefit of God's reconciling grace and mercy, and he in turn tried to act and respond to his girls similarly.
He'd felt God's call to work among the elderly even in his capacity as a doctor, sharing the light and hope of life with Jesus as opportunity knocked in the later years of the Oak Villa residents. He told her how he and Grampy Blue had made a good team and would sorely miss Grampy's partnership and fellowship in serving the Lord among the seniors.
"Wow," thought Ruth E, "sounds promising!"
Shem continued to write, "Hannah accepted Christ about a year ago in Sunday School. It came about during class time when the teacher asked who Jesus died on the cross for.
One of the children said, "For the good guys,"
Another child disagreed, "NO! It was for the bad guys."
The teacher then asked what 'good' and 'bad' meant. The children thought a bit and said, "'Bad' are the ones who kill and steal; and the 'good' are everyone else."
Hah! The teacher certainly has her work cut out for her. Anyway, Stacy, the teacher, asked the class, "Is lying a good or a bad thing?"
"Oh, it's bad." they chorused.
"How about cheating on a test at school, or bullying another classmate?' Stacy asked.
"That's bad too," the children answered.
"How about being angry at something bad that happened to you? Is that wrong?"
"Yes" they said again.
Then Stacy asked a cruncher, "How many of you have done any of those: lying, cheating or bullying?"
There was a long quiet as the children mulled that over and then Stacy noticed tears running down Hannah's cheeks.
"Hannah," Stacy gently spoke, "do you want to tell us about it?"
Through her tears she told how she often lied and blamed misbehavior on her little sister Heather. She also told Stacy she was angry at God for taking her Mama away. She was sorry now for that. She now knows it is bad to do that. That it made Jesus sad.
Stacy then asked if she would like to tell Jesus about it and also accept Him as Savior. Stacy explained that the Holy Spirit would then come and live in her and help her to do and say what was right when she'd let Him.
Stacy also acknowledged how painful it must have been to lose her mother. God could help her to overcome her anger and hurt feelings too. She explained that the anger was quite natural but there could be some healing in time. Healing takes time, like when you get a cut. It hurts but heals even if there is still a scar.
So Hannah accepted Christ and has been quite a pleasant and happier little girl since. He was very grateful for that he told Ruth E.
In his loss, he felt he hadn't been attentive enough to Hannah who remembered her mother more so than Heather did. So to help them, he then created a photo album for each of them with pictures of Josie and each of them respectively. Those were treasures for them. He'd often find Hannah, especially, he wrote, fallen asleep with her album left open beside her on the bed.
Ruth E perceived that Shem must miss Josie too but was moving forward bravely with the two girls. She was kind of impressed with what he had to say thus far.
The letter continued...Heather was very attached to his mother; which is understandable, Ruth E reflected.
Shem said Heather was an easy-going child and her favorite hobbies were singing and telling jokes, riddles and puns. She didn't use those terms for them though, instead she called them her "Snicker Doodles". She had appropriated the usage from a type of sugar cookie of the same name. Ruth E smiled; this little Heather must keep them light-hearted.
Heather's latest favorite Snicker Doodle is,
"Q. What part does a lion have in a play?"
"A. The mane part."
She draws these out too and gives them to her Grandmother Hutchinson to stick on the fridge door. So there you get the 'snicker' and the 'doodle'.
My mother, Shem said, is getting quite a compilation of them which, grandmother style, she enters into a scrapbook after the next favorite appears on the fridge. This scrapbook of Snicker Doodles, known as 'Snicker Doodle Scrapbook,' gets shown off to her friends and they have fresh chuckles and chortles all round.
Occasionally Heather will ask for a postcard and replicate the current Snicker Doodle for Josie's Mom who lives out-of-state.
"Hmm, sweet disposition and thoughtful child," mused Ruth E.
"I'm coming to an end of this first letter," penned Shem, "using the opportunity to introduce the girls and fill in some gaps for you. Oh, we also have an Irish Setter named Molly. She has a beautiful copper coat." Ruth E remembered seeing the dog hanging around at the BBQ and wondered who belonged to her.
"Even though Irish Setters are known as good gun-dogs, I don't go hunting and neither does she. She's happy-go-lucky and loves to run and be active. She gets most of her exercise by running, jumping and playing with the girls in the back yard and accompanies me on my early morning jogs.
One time, she did 'hunt' Hannah who had wandered from home when she was three. Scary time but we thanked God for Molly who led us to her in jig time; Hannah being none the worse for the incident."
"I'm looking forward to keeping in touch regularly Blue Belle and really appreciate your allowing this correspondence. May God bless you and your efforts for Him. I wish you all God's speed."
Your happy brother-in-Christ, Shem.
Ruth E was meditative when she finished reading. She had much to think about and emotions to sort through before she could respond to that! No doubt about it, Shem had gone through difficult times, what with Josie's early and unexpected demise and then the aftermath of how to handle and raise the children solo. It was good he had his mother so able to help but she realized a mother's touch for the children was indeed missing.
Ruth E sighed deeply. She didn't know what the conclusion of all this letter-writing was going to be. For now she'd just take it, one letter at a time.
Part 12
Ruth E was so excited to see her Borneo friends, many of whom were in a big welcoming group the other side of immigration that she never even thought to check her passport entry chop. She just assumed she'd get a three month visa, straight off as usual, stay.
It wasn't until twelve days later when she took a peek at it before putting it in its little 'home' that she was shocked to see they'd only given her fourteen days! That got the adrenaline pumping as she scurried about trying to get an extension, dreading the thought of possibly having to exit the country so soon. Thankfully it was a Thursday so she'd have Friday to try and if no satisfaction, Saturday to exit.
Now she understood first hand why they had all those little signs at immigration "Check your passport before leaving the immigration counter."
Don't make assumptions. Sigh, sigh. "Oh Father God, help me despite my negligence."
She called Jessie, her local administrative colleague and asked for her help. Now it was Jessie's turn to sigh; although in a way, it was her job to keep on top of all these matters. Ruth E's got overlooked.
Jessie also recalled the memo she'd gotten from immigration not so long ago with updated rules and regulations for foreigners. She dug it out and found that the airport immigration officer was following protocol but there was still a chance Ruth E could extend her stay without having to exit the country.
She quickly rounded up and filled in appropriate forms, shooed Ruth E out of the office door she'd just come in, and off the pair of them went to immigration. "Have you got the fee, Ruth E?" Jessie asked.
"Yes, thankfully. I was wondering why a supporter had been nudged to give extra per month over and above her usual gifts. Must be extra charges for immigration and flying out if need be, more often."
"Well, wait and see first Ruth E." Jessie exhorted. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
Jessie being a regular at immigration on behalf of others knew all the ins and outs of bureaucracy which made the process much more efficient. Needless to say however, there is always that niggling suspense for the foreigner "to pay" whilst awaiting a verdict. Always, hoping and hoping for the positive news of granted stay but comprehending that the mood or whim of an officer may not be favorably inclined that particular day.
However Ruth E liked to keep that verse in mind to minimize the jitters; "The king's heart is in God's hand and He turneth it wherever He will" (Proverbs 21:1). The remembrance calmed her heart and she smiled. She knew God and trusted He knew what He was doing in her life.
Finally her number was called and Jessie submitted the extension-of-stay application forms. Another wait. Another call. "Please pay at the payment counter." What a blessed statement. Hurry up and pay and they wait some more. Payment, but length of time not yet stated.
At last Ruth E's name was called once again. Ruth and Jessie approached the officer's desk and sat before him.
"Miss Ruth Elizabeth Blue" he said, "I've extended your stay for three months but due to new rulings, you will need to exit the country thereafter. Please note, upon reentry you will again receive up to an allowed fourteen days. Further extension may or may not be granted."
Ruth E thanked the man for his candor, grateful for these three months granted. At least she knew what she was up against and could prepare and work the possible exits accordingly. Prayer was needed for such arrangements.
She and Jessie left immigration with five minutes to spare before closing time. God's timing is so precise, they agreed.
They decided to go for a quick cold fresh fruit juice at a nearby beverage stall. They praised God for the three months and asked Him for favorable orchestration of stay for later on. His will be done.
Ruth E also dared to say to Jessie, "If regulations are going to be more stringent for foreigners, more and more of the locals will have to pick up the baton and quickly. It is more than time they become more active in this arena and let other locals fund them. It would make so much better sense especially since they already know several of the local languages and wouldn't be overwhelmed so much by culture shock."
~ERC September 2017~
