Reflections

Page 54… in a fiction story

The mornings were cold and the pier was long.  Miranda carried her good shoes down the dock in a tote bag, trudging through ice and snow.  Spring was no where in sight.  She thought about the Bible, grateful to have a good job.  But sometimes she wondered:  If God is good, why did he allow her boat to get robbed?  Was she being punished for the money she got from ex-boyfriend Charlie Fine?  And if accepting money from Charlie was really that bad, why did God drop the perfect job right in her lap?”  She had alot of questions…    

Miranda liked going to work.  While her official title was, “Special Projects Manager,” she was basically Tiller’s assistant. Wherever he went, Miranda followed, with a clipboard, tape recorder, and a new red lipstick in her pocket.

Oh, how she had missed the world of paychecks and pretty things!  After months of living  like a drunken sailor, she was happy to see a girl’s face when she looked in the mirror.  Never again would the lady at the Wendy’s drive-thru hand her a cheeseburger and say, “Thank you, sir.”  And unlike the old Miranda, she opened a bank account and started to save. 

Miranda stayed late at the office, curled up with a technical manual and a big bag of M&M’s in her lap.  She was studying biometric technology for access control, verses biodynamic signature technology with its genetic and physiological components.  It was hard to imagine access recognition based on breathing and brain activity, but Tiller had a client who was interested.  Miranda figured if she could learn how to rewire an old fuse box from 30 to 50 amp (without killing herself), maybe she could understand this, too.

She agonized over the nights she wasted with Charlie Fine, the reckless pirate they called Judas.  She hoped and prayed the lessons she learned would be lasting, that nothing would draw her back to that life. Their time together was a revolting reminder of what not to do to become a Proverbs 31 woman. 

Even looking back on her years with Harry, Miranda couldn’t deny that his wealth gave her a false sence of security. Moving from a suburban palace to a lake of snow taught her that even a girl could ride out the storm. She learned about courage, friendship, and how to use power tools. Though no one would ever take the place of Harry Stowe, Miranda wondered if she might get married again someday. But since she worked late every night and didn’t have a boyfriend, that was not an immediate concern.

Maybe reading her Bible was changing the way she looked at things. Who could say?

25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Proverbs 31:25-27  (NIV)

To be continued…

*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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16 Responses to Reflections

  1. Jan says:

    I think all of us ask those questions at times, no matter how deep our faith, or how long ago we surrendered to Him. His ways are not our ways, nor His thoughts our thoughts.
    I am impressed with Miranda’s ability to wire a box, and to understand the manual she was reading. None of that is in my skill set!

    • Linda says:

      I know you’ve been through some challenges, Jan. It’s somehow comforting to know you still have questions, too. The difference for me today, is that I have great Christian friends (all of you guys) who I can go to with just about anything, and receive solid Biblical wisdom and prayers. Miranda didn’t have a community. It makes all the difference. And thanks for YOUR wisdom! ; )

      • Jan says:

        Dear heart, if I have any wisdom, it comes from God, and I want to share it. You are so right that having a community is vital to growth. God can speak to us alone in the wilderness, of course. But we flourish and grow through sharing with others, like here. I feel as if I have known you for a much longer time than it has been. I think that comes from the spiritual recognition we have with our sisters and brothers in Christ.

        • Linda says:

          When I said my prayers last night, I thought back to the first time I met you, and it was when you had family members in harm’s way because of a wildfire. I’ve had that “spiritual recognition” experience before, what a delight!

          I liked your comment several pages back, where you wrote this about rock bottom: It isn’t the fall on the way down that’s so bad, it’s the impact! I’ve been collecting AA stories, slogans, acronyms, and sayings for a long time, and I added this one to the list. I’m going to use it when Miranda finally drags herself into a meeting one last time. Especially the part about the impact! : )

          • Jan says:

            Isn’t it sad that so many of us can’t admit god to our lives until that impact of hitting bottom. We could save ourselves so much pain if only we could open our hearts to Him *before* we hit bottom.
            I’m so glad we met!

  2. Theresa says:

    …And His word will not return void. I am so happy for her! I like the Bible verse, too. :)

    Hugs,
    Theresa

    • Linda says:

      I just wish that Miranda would finally take the next step to becomming a Christian– she should read your blog! I know so many people who dabble in spirituality and the Bible who are still pretty much lost. Being isolated on a boat dock doesn’t provide much of a community for her to learn. : l

  3. Ann says:

    Thank you, Linda

    I feel such a sense of hope! Please say this is the beginning of new beginnings :-)

    Blessings,
    ann

    P.S. One of my ‘secret dreams’ is to become the woman of Proverbs 31. Some days are easier than others, but I am thankful for the teachable moments ;-)

    • Linda says:

      Mmmm… can’t really say that, not yet.

      Miranda’s not saved, and she isn’t going to receive all that God has for her until she accepts Christ as her Savior. It’s good for people who are praying to a Higher Power to know that’s not necessarily the same as being a Christian. People who pray to Sponge Bob, the goddess, or the eagles in the Rocky Mountains can’t expect God’s mercy and guidance when the chips are down.

      My best friend has a mirror over the dresser in her guest room. When you stand in front of it, a sign at the top says, “Proverbs Woman”. So I made that my goal, too. She is a wonderful role model for us all! : )

  4. Debbie says:

    Oh Linda, this blessed me so much! That verse at the end of this wonderfully written post? wow for me. I have struggled lately . . .not laughing enough at the days ahead, not speaking all that wisely, and longing for some idleness. Thank you , lovely one, for the unintended nudge in the right direction! love and hugs for you and your household. May they rise up and call you blessed! <3

  5. Larry Who says:

    “…After months of living like a drunken sailor, she was happy to see a girl’s face when she looked in the mirror. Never again would the lady at the Wendy’s drive-thru hand her a cheeseburger and say, “Thank you, sir…”

    Here’s a thought: I look at these two sentences and see a big scene. This had to be the lowest of lows. A pretty girl was mistaken for a man because her face was messed up by alcohol. The pain she must have felt or not felt. The words she may have muttered to herself or to the Wendy’s worker. Maybe she gunned the engine and squealed away. Maybe she made promises to herself or more lies or whatever. Maybe she blamed someone else for her problems. Maybe she remembered exactly what the clerk looked like and saw the person at another site or store and then his from the person.

    This is the advantage of writing fiction.

    Okay, I’m ready. Let’s turn the page.

    • Linda says:

      That day at Wendy’s was in 1998.

      Last fall, I went to a different Wendy’s, same town. The same lady was at the window and handed me a cheeseburger. I looked very different, all sober, clean, and blond. I hoped she wouldn’t recognize me, since I cussed her out pretty good the last time.

      I took my sandwich, made another pass, and went back to the window. She remembered, knew it was me. I offered a heartfelt apology, no excuses, I was wrong. We had a quick exchange, a few laughs, and I drove on. That was actually a really good day.

      “The pain Miranda must have felt or not felt.” That sums it up completely. She would be a fool to ever drink again…

      P.S. How did you know all that?

      • Larry Who says:

        I write fiction and ask questions about scenes to myself. Then I wonder if the readers would want to know more.

        • Linda says:

          Interesting perspective, Larry. I’m so insecure, that when I ask myself those questions, I always wonder if it would be too boring. To err on the safe side, I always say yes.

  6. Linda, That’s the funny thing about the Bible – reading it will definitely change you if you allow it to. If you read it for the purpose of knowing God and not just as an academic exercise. Glad to see Miranda seems to be on the right track. :) Peace, Linda

    • Linda says:

      She would have been much better off if she had some girlfriends to help her along. Can you imagine just digging in and hoping to find answers? A person who is still basically lost doesn’t know enough to ask God to show her the pages and teach her His wisdom. That’s where girlfriends come in. : )

      I’ve been finding some powerful verses about praying to the one true God, and what happens to people who put false gods before Him. That’s for the AA crowd where things have gotten spiritually off track.

      We’re moving back to Ohio Thursday, by I’ll be over to read your post soon… I like the title.

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