Amy’s Necklace

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“My darling, you look magnificent tonight.” He bent to kiss his wife’s neck as he fastened the clasp of the gold necklace.

Lilianna’s face remained passive. “Yes, how very thoughtful of you. Your secretary has such exquisite taste.” She allowed her dulled eyes to meet her husband’s in the mirror.

He turned away to reach for his tie and handed it to her. “You will wear your new bauble to the reception tonight. We are meeting the new Russian ambassador. It is not yet widely spread, but he will take my place next month. Our time here in America will end soon, and we can return home.”

“And what have we there?” she asked as she tightened the knot. She regretted being unable to keep the bitterness from her voice.

He grasped her shoulders. “Family. We have our family there. We will return to our roots, to our homeland. We will return to the glory that is due our service these many years.” He chucked her under the chin. “We have done very well here, and will be repaid for many years to come.”

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The affair was grand, indeed. Lilianna smiled at all the right people, turned her shoulder to those who were not, behaved just as she had been trained these many years.

She kept her eyes on the time, and offered her excuses at five minutes prior to her short tryst.

Certain no one had seen her, she slipped to the side alley and into his car. She fell into his arms.

“Oh, Brian,” she whispered. “Our time together is so short.” She took his face in her hands, caressing. “How can I thank you for what you have meant to me, how you have saved my sanity in this crazy life I must lead?”

“Lilianna, my love, surely you cannot leave with him! Come away with me!”

“You know we could never do that. They would search for us and find us, and that would be the end.” She paused and looked out the window. “But maybe that would be a better end than what I will have back home.”

In another twenty minutes she joined her husband, and took his arm.

“My dear!” He took her hand. “The music starts again. Shall we dance?”

They had just stepped onto the floor when his eyes dropped to her neck. He stopped abruptly. “Where is the necklace?”

Eyes wide, her hand went to her throat.

He shook her. “Where is the necklace?”

“I – I don’t know,” she stammered. “I had it on. It must have fallen off. I don’t know!”

He took her roughly by the hand and led her off the floor. “Show me. Show me exactly where you have been tonight. Exactly!”

Her face turned ashen as she took a moment. “Did you see it on me when we arrived?”

“Yes, yes. When we took off your coat at the entrance, it was there. We were together until I went off with the new ambassador. Where did you go?”

She walked to the reception area, retraced her steps around the rooms where she’d mingled and drunk, even to the ladies room. She looked at her husband repeatedly, her eyes reflecting astonishment at how agitated he was over the loss of a necklace, how wild his eyes looked. Of course it was a lovely necklace, of Soviet Rose gold, but really a mere trinket compared with her other jewelry.

Now he had called in security, and black-suited men scattered about surreptitiously, eyes darting into dark corners, casting suspicious glances at other guests. Surveillance cameras were inspected.

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City headlines the next day blared the news that the Russian ambassador and his wife were found dead in their hotel room.

A lesser story, three sections back, gave few details of a man named Brian found murdered, his ransacked Toyota Matrix two miles away.

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Ten years passed. Time had not been good to the little Toyota Matrix, and it was rather mangled by now. But, with a little TLC in the right hands, it proved to be a blessing to a nice family for a couple of years, even facing up to the challenge of the Tennessee mountains. The engine eventually blew though, and the family had to say goodbye to their trusty friend. A few days after they relegated it to a junk yard, the husband returned to it, to retrieve the seats that would prove useful for another vehicle. He was dumbfounded to discover a gold necklace under the middle console.

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Some days later, a Mr. Smythe stepped into his home and was met by his wife, who stood on tiptoe to kiss him hello. She looked into his eyes. “That’s quite a twinkle you have today, my dear. You’ve not been seeing someone on the side, have ye?”

Mr. Smythe held his wife closely and smiled a dreamy smile. “Darlin’, you mind well my old job, from which I am happily retired?”

“With the government?” She pulled back a bit. “That smile doesn’a mean you’re a-thinkin’ to return to it, surely?”

“Oh, na, love, never you fear. But the good Lord has handed us a blessing this day, that I could use my old experiences and intertwine them with this job that I love nowadays.”

“Being a jeweler?” Now her eyes twinkled.

He went on to explain. Last week a nice man had come in and handed him a necklace. “Fourteen karat Soviet Rose gold. I knew it right off. I told him, though, I’d have it priced for him by Monday.” But, due to Mr. Smythe’s knowledge and experience, he’d known to look a bit deeper. “I canna tell you more my love, but my contact flew in that night to receive what I’d found. Many mysteries long past will be solved with this new piece of evidence.”

“With the necklace?” pondered his persistent wife.

“Ah no, love. The necklace goes back to the lovely man brought it in. ‘Twas the tiny dot impressed upon it. I wouldn’a known to look, but for my old job and our Lord’s grace.” He took his wife’s face in his hands and kissed her rightly. “Isn’t our God grand! He bringeth all things to His light, for His glory!”


 

Leave it to my Amy to get a real-life surprise that provided an intriguing springboard for all kinds of stories to conjure up. The story above is what I came up with.

What actually happened:

Amy’s family did buy a Toyota Matrix a couple of years back; it did take them through the mountains of Tennessee; the engine later blew, and he took it to a junkyard; he went back for the seats and found the necklace under the console; they took the necklace first to a pawn shop, but then to a jeweler to get a real appraisal; it is 14k Soviet Rose Gold; the necklace was worth far more than the pawn shop offered.

Amy! Please post anything else related.

Light: Tell the Story

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“Grandma, tell me the story again.”

Eve smiled. How many times had she heard that plea? How many children called her Grandma? This little one was the daughter of Jared, several generations from her son, Seth. She drew her into her lap. “Which one, Neah?”

“The light.”

“Oh, the light.” Eve paused as she pondered the light in Eden. Really, after all this time, she had never found the precise words to describe it, nothing with which to compare it. Nothing else was like it.

She continued. “The light was everywhere, not like it is now. Here, we have darkness and light. We have ways to make light when it’s dark outside, but it’s not the same as the light we had in the Garden. God was the light, and He was in the garden, and His light was everywhere. Everything shimmered and glowed – everything: the trees, all the plants, even the animals. And Grandma and Grandpa. There was light everywhere, but it was not blinding. It was light that enabled us to see, to see more clearly than we can now, with more truth. There was light everywhere. See those trees?” Eve pointed to some palms. “In the Garden, the trees had light, and there was light springing up from the ground around them. When we walked, our steps were light. We walked with God then…” Eve fell away from her speech.

“Isn’t God still here, with us?” Neah looked up at her Grandma.

“Yes.” Eve brushed the tip of Neah’s nose and smiled. “Yes, He is. Everywhere. And we can still talk to Him. But,” she ended on a wistful note, “it’s not the same as in the Garden. We can’t see Him here like we did.”

“You could see God?”

“No, no we couldn’t see Him, exactly, but somehow our eyes or our vision was different there. Oh, I wish I could explain it!” She gave Neah a hug. “But some day, some day we will be able to see again, to walk with God in purity. He promised. And Neah,” she held her granddaughter’s eyes, “God is always true. He always loves you, and He will always take care of you. Never doubt Him. We may sometimes walk away, but He never does. And He always, always wants us to walk with Him.”

Neah yawned. “I will, Grandma. I will.”

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John from The Eclectic Contrarian started the unique and intriguing Tell the Story Challenge, and it’s been spreading around. Amy and Stuart nominated me after weaving their well-crafted prose. Please visit them to read and be blessed.

The Tell the Story Challenge rules (as per John): present a picture, then tell the story of the picture. It can be as short or as long as you want it to be. Nominate at least 3 people.

I’m not good at nominating. Here’s a picture, and if it speaks to you, please write a story about it.

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(photo from Google Images)

Step into the Light

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But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. (1 John 1.7) That the name of our Lord Jesus Christ may be glorified in you, and ye in him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Thessalonians 1.12)

We walk in darkness until God Himself shines His light and quickens our spirits. Then we are able to see the Light.

If we move out of the darkness and toward the light, but do not step into the light, then we are still in darkness.

It’s the sin that entangles us.

In our area, we’ve had cloud cover and darkness for days. I’m developing a stinky attitude. This morning, within myself, I groused and grumbled. When I opened my laptop to start this blog, I was met first with the song I need to practice for church. The song is “Your Great Name,” sung by Natalie Grant. For the service, we’re planning for another young lady with a beautiful voice to sing the song, and I will sign it. Well, I thought, I should probably go over it at least once before I start my other stuff and get sidetracked. I ended up sobbing before my Lord. (The nice thing about signing instead of singing, is that you can still sign, even if you’re crying.)

Signing, for me, is an avenue of worship. When I sign, I can worship my God and Savior with my whole body. He fills me through music and movement.

After, I looked out the window and it was still dark and gloomy. But God had come into my soul and filled me with His light.

Sometimes we tiptoe close to the light, skirt it, look at it and love it; but we love our darkness, too. We don’t know what it is to walk in the Light until we actually step into the Light and walk there.

God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. (1 John 1.5)

Are you walking in the shadows, skirting the light but not walking in it?

If we move out of the darkness and toward the light, but do not step into the light, then we are still in darkness.

Go for it. Step into the Light.