September 27, 2021 "Callie Died, We Had a Funeral, and God Told Us to Call Cheryl"

 This week reeked of death. And God. 

It started on Tuesday. It had been a long day. My companion and I were lounging across our living room. The air conditioning was rattling loudly, enough that we had wrapped ourselves in burrito blankets and had not dared yet to leave the safety of our cocoons. 

A beep separated the silence of the air. Breaking the fortress of whatever kind of silence that had built up.

"Hi Alice! My name is Sister Brice. I'm sorry that we missed you. We just wanted to know how you've been doing. Give us a call or text and let us know. Thank you, bye!" I pushed end on my phone and went to the next number.

"We should call Cheryl." I announced. A thought. The first one in a long time. Perhaps the first one all day. It must have been a prompting. Cheryl was not someone that we had thought of in a long time.

Sister Pace let out some kind of noncommittal grunt. "Ok." She said.

I dialed the number. 

"H-ell-o?" A shaky voice answered. 

"Hey Cheryl! How are you doing?" I said.

"Not good. I just got told that my sister just died and my niece died this morning." Cheryl replied. I looked at Sister Pace and together both sat up. My blanket slid down several feet, letting cold air brush against my skin. 

"Oh no!" I replied.

The weird, crazy, amazing thing was that we hadn't been able to contact Cheryl in forever. (About 10 weeks). But God knew that Cheryl needed some company. And because Sister Pace and I were working to put ourselves in a position to listen to promptings, we were able to help. I want to invite each of you to listen to the promptings that God has trusted you with. 

Love, 

Sister Brice