Voh Stopped Concentrating

Voh concentrated.

It was helpful when people spoke to Voh directly and sometimes when they spoke to other people near Voh. On more than one occasion Voh’d run into some trouble at having been told not to do something, but having done it because Voh’d missed the ‘not’ part. Little Mother Jone taught Voh to picture a knotted rope when Voh heard the word used. She had unknowingly saved Voh’s life many times.

The Merchant was telling Voh how to get to Doansboro. Voh went there every few days—the same way everytime. Voh stopped concentrating.

“On the list?”

“Yes Voh, it’s on the list. It’s always on the list but I want to make sure that you…”

Voh took the list and pushed it to the bottom of Voh’s pocket. The Merchant sighed and buttoned the pocket then held the reins of Voh’s pony while Voh mounted.

“Tomorrow.”

“Good Voh. Thanks Voh. See you…”

Word count: 158
Day 202

In the Distance I See Lights

I’m sitting in a chair next to my daughter’s hospital bed. It’s a scene from more than a few movies. My Mother took the day off to help with the other three. Birthday plans and Baptism plans have been postponed or pushed back. Friends and family have checked in via phone and email and such. Well wishers have wished her well.

But I’ve not been here all day and all night. I’ve not been talking to her so she could hear my voice nor begging God to wake her up. She isn’t cancerous or comatose. She isn’t even all that ill by my eye. No ounce of me is worrying the outcome of this event.

Maybe this is what it’s like to place your trust in God. Maybe this is what it’s like to know His Will Be Done and that you can only hope that His Will and your own run parallel for a span. I don’t think I have and I don’t think it is.

Rather, I’ve just never had something like this go wrong.

Word count: 187
Day 200