“I knew it was yours,” she replied, holding out the dangling piece of silver. “I was just waiting for you to come back in, so I could give it back to you.”
Into the palm of my outstretched hand she dropped the very bracelet that my mother had given me. I could almost hear the gentle chide, “Now, why are you scared? There’s no reason; I’m with you.”
We’re solidly into Advent now, and I’m still searching through want ads and sending out resumes. We sing a verse or two of “O’ Come, O’ Come, Emmanuel” every Sunday at church. “Emmanuel” literally translates from Hebrew “God with us.” I will certainly forget that in my humanness, but God will remind me. God is, after all, in control and God’s timing is always better than mine.
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