Shawn was in the apple orchard picking his sweetheart the biggest, plumpest apples he could find. He was going to give them to her tonight over dinner, to let her know that she was definitely the apple of his eye. After dinner he planned to ask her to be his wife.
He had been working on this plan for some time, getting it just right, providing the perfect setting. Julie had been a hard one to crack. She was better off financially than Shawn, and had at first looked down her nose at Shawn, but with much work and persistence, he had swayed her in his direction.
Shawn knew the moment he saw her he was going to make her his. He worked at a garage as a mechanic, and Julie brought her sports car in every two months for a check-up and an oil change.
When he approached her in the beginning Julie was very aloof from him. She was not falling for any of his humor. Julie had a two-year old sports car in the shade of jade. It had an intrinsic glow to it, and you could see it coming a mile down the road. The symmetry was perfect for this car. It could take curves quicker than you could blink an eye. Shawn bet that it could go from 0 to 100 in sixty seconds or less.
While the dating had begun between the two, Shawn worked as much as he could to save money for a nicer car than he, himself owned. There was nothing wrong with his car, but if he intended to continue to impress Julie, he had to park this one in the shadows of his garage and find a richer looking car.
The two ended up being very close, spending every free moment they could afford to. Shawn was brushing up on his manners, and had been pumping iron in his bedroom every night, until everyone could not help but notice his immense muscles, and even Julie was impressed with his artistic form.
The owner of the garage knew Shawn’s intentions, and kept his eye open on newer, wheels for him. His boss saw that his feelings for Julie were sincere, and he was sure that Julie felt the same way about Shawn.
After about seven months had gone by, the owner of the garage motioned Shawn to stick around after the garage closed. Shawn thought he had screwed up in some way and he was about to get a chewing out, but when he met the boss in his office, there was a smile on his face, and Shawn let out a sigh of relief and sat down in the chair across from him.
The boss lit up a cigarette and handed one to Shawn, and as they enjoyed being off the clock, the boss asked Shawn if he had found his dream car yet, and Shawn hung his head a little down, and shook his head no. The boss jumped up from his seat, and putting his butt out in the ash tray, said come on, let’s check out what I found. Come out back here.
When they both walked through the back door, there sat a midnite blue Cadillac. It was a beauty! It was full of shine and plenty of chrome. The inside was alabaster in color. Shawn’s mouth dropped to his knees and his eyes bugged out of their sockets.
The boss explained that an old couple that he had known, well, the husband had passed on, and that his widow didn’t want the car any longer, and wanted to sell it. Now, he says to him, I used to work on this car, and I know of a few minor things that need to be replaced and or adjusted. Would you be willing to purchase this baby? Shawn asked how much it was, and the owner stated that he had been needing an assistant manager to help run the garage, so he, the owner, could take a few more days off for fishing and car shows. He figured that with the increase in wages, he would be able to have this car paid off in a couple of months, if he could just come up with at least half now.
When Shawn found out the price and what the boss wanted up front, he knew he had that in his savings at home, so the two shook hands and a deal was made.
Shawn didn’t breathe a word of his new car to Julie. He wanted to pick her up in it the night he was going to ask her to marry him. He worked harder than ever at the garage, learning how to open and close the registers, where the buttons were and how to use them in case of a robbery. He learned how to make bank deposits. The owner was proud of his quick ability to learn, and in no time, the two months were up and the car, was his.
He had done it! He had improved himself, had respectable wheels, had moved up at work, and now as he drove his shiny new caddy with his fresh picked apples and the diamond ring in his jeans pocket, he was ready to pick up Julie and take her to dinner, and pop the big question.
When he pulled up to her house, she was standing outside waiting for him. She looked hot. That must be a new dress she was wearing, as he didn’t remember ever seeing her in it. She looked at him but her eyes kept bouncing back to the car. She asked him who’s it was and he told her it was his. She questioned him on how in the world he could ever afford it, and he just smiled and said he had his ways.
She told him it was a nice car, Shawn was disappointed, as he didn’t get the response that he was hoping for. He patted the box in his pant’s pocket, and opened the passenger door for her to get in. After shutting her door, he raced over to his side and got in. He turned the music up a little, the sounds coming from all corners.
They stopped in front of the restaurant, and he jumped out and went over and opened her door for him, and the two walked in. They were seated and given their menus. After their drinks arrived, and the orders were placed, Julie took his two hands together, and laying hers over his, and said that she had something to say.
Shawn didn’t wait, he got up from his chair and left her sitting there alone, as he could hear the last part of her words echoing in his mind, I am so sorry, but I have found someone else. I like you but I don’t want to lead you on………….Shawn pulled the box out of his pocket and dropped it on the floor board of his car. He got in and drove home in silence, pondering on what he hadn’t done to win her heart totally.
Thank-you Kellie for allowing me yet another chance to write for you on Free Write Friday.
Dahlia walked into an airy kitchen. As she entered the door she could smell bacon and she was motioned to sit down at the round table where her breakfast was placed. Two sunny side up eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice and coffee and water. The teacher sat next to her and together, they ate their breakfast. Dahlia was told this was going to be one of the rare times breakfast was prepared for her, that from now on she would become familiar with not only the kitchen, but the rest of the house and make herself one of the occupants, being able to fix her own meals. The two discussed where the art school was from here and that they would take a walk over to it in a bit.
After breakfast was finished, and tidying up the kitchen was over, teacher took her on a tour of the house, showing where everything was, including sheets, towels, and laundry area. After the tour was completed, they got their purses and paper works together and made the short walk over to the school. It was a beautiful day, and Dahlia felt the sun warm her skin and it brought out the excitement of starting a new year in college.
Her eyes became wide open with amazement as Dahlia got a glimpse of the school. It was so big, the biggest school she had ever seen. It was red brick with three stories to it, windows with white panes. Surrounding the brick building, were huge weeping willow trees. They seemed to be saying they were protecting this precious knowledge that was hidden inside these walls. The whole scenario was breath-taking and Dahlia couldn’t wait to walk up the many steps leading into the front door, but she held back, keeping her pace with the teacher. They both walked up the stairs and teacher opened the big double white doors and said to Dahlia, are you ready, and she nodded yes, and in they went.
There were many girls sitting in chairs in the lobby and when you looked to the right, there was a big office with the words admitting office on the top of the door. The receptionist motioned for them both to enter and to have a seat. After hanging up the phone, the question was asked, name, address, year of college. Dahlia handed the lady all of her paper work. Studying it and looking for errors, she announces that she sees no errors and tells her to go out into the commons and sit with the other people.
After about fifteen minutes an unfamiliar face approaches to the group and tells them she will be the one taking them on a tour of the school. They were each introduced to several rooms where teaching would be introduced. There was a very large room, that looked like a gymnasium, another room of average size with many long tables and chairs, and this was where they would eat their meals. Also was a wonderful library, with shelf after shelf of books.
The tour was finished and the students were led back to the commons area. There they were introduced to a table of refreshments. Tea, coffee, and finger sandwiches. As the students made their way through the table, they sat down to eat, and this helped all to relax and there was a time for greeting and meeting. Dahlia was introduced to other students that were going to be sharing the same classes as her. She found a couple of the girls lived very close to her, and they made plans to walk to and from school together. At the end of this gathering, papers were handed to each student, and were gone over together. The papers explained rules of the school. Tardies and dress codes,times the doors of the school opens and closes, how to reach each teacher. After everything was read and the opportunity for questions was over, they were dismissed, and told a big welcome and that they would see each of them on the following Monday. Everyone got up with their papers and said their good-byes, and within no time at all, the commons was quiet.
When the teacher and Dahlia arrived home, they both sat on the white porch swing and talked about the school and the days to come. Teacher asked her if she would like to see a little bit of the town, so they placed all papers in the house on the table, used the restroom, retouched their hair and off they went.
The town was set inside of itself, all alone, roads surrounding it on all corners, making it a perfect setting. Small stores lined up next to each other, each offering their own individual specialties, and one variety store. There was a court-house that sat in the center of the stores, with a beautiful lawn and lots of flowers. A big flag waved from the top of the dome. On the opposite side of the stores, there was another line that greeted you. These were consisted of book stores, insurance needs, a lawyer’s office and a police station.
After completing the big block walk, they stopped into one of the little cafes, that the teacher frequented quite often. She introduced Dahlia to the owner and then they both made their way to a small booth near a window. There they could both watch people going by, and see small children flying by on their bicycles. There was one elderly couple, holding hands enjoying a leisurely stroll.
Teacher recommended the tuna sandwiches and iced-tea. Dahlia was tired and ready for a rest. Her excitement had held such high levels all day, that she felt a little drained. The waitress brought the sandwiches and teas, and they didn’t talk too much, but enjoyed each tasty bite of their lunch. Upon leaving the cafe, Dahlia started to get her money out to pay for her part, but the teacher held up her hand in a stopping motion, and said, this treat was on her. With a smile and a thank-you, the two made their way out the front door and walked the path that led to their home.
God Uses the Wicked
When we don’t understand what God is doing or why, His ways can seem perplexing. The times when ungodly people seem to triumph over the righteous make us scratch our heads and wonder why the Lord doesn’t intervene. But the truth is, He often uses the wicked to accomplish His purpose.
Joseph faced one hard-hearted individual after another during his years in exile. His brothers shipped him off to Egypt. His boss’s wife accused him of an unspeakable crime. And even those he helped, like Pharaoh’s cupbearer, forgot about him (Gen. 40:23). The actions (or seeming inactions) of God make little sense at this point.
But once the story of Joseph’s life was written in full, it was clear that everyone who harmed or neglected the young man contributed to God’s plan. The Lord used numerous people across several years to bring a humbled young Hebrew unexpectedly to power at the right moment to spare his family–who were the Messiah’s ancestors–from the effects of famine.
In our circumstances, we can see God’s actions only from the limited vantage point of our humanness. We experience the events He has allowed or caused but can’t discern what He is thinking. Often the Lord’s goals and purposes are hidden from us until His plans come to fruition.
God is sovereign over all the earth. We may wonder at the strange or even terrifying turns our lives take, but we can be certain that He is in control and at work. The wicked may triumph for a season, but the final, eternal victory belongs to Christ and His righteous followers.