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J.R. To Bro., She Was Prayed Up…
It
was near 9:30 on Monday morning when I walked through the old double front
doors of The Flat Rock General Store. Most near all the regulars includin’
Slim, Essex, the widow Cora, Ms. Ida, Farlow, Willerdean, Bro., S.R., J.R.,
my Daddy "pop" C.C., "Truth" and Estelle were present;
course there were a few other community and area Flat Rock folk movin’
about The Store also.
J.R.
had the floor and was tellin’ Bro. about the young lady that he had met
in the late fall during the single young adults Bible retreat bus trip to
Gatlinburg, TN. Seems that they had saughter hit it off and they had been
seein’ each other since then — even though she lives 2 hours away in
Corinth, MS. It seems that they had very like backgrounds and both had
faced similar hurtful past relationships. Course he wasn’t rushin’
nothin’ but he told Bro. with excitement that he honestly believed that
because of all their likeness that this young lady had been "prayed
up."
At
this point Essex spoke about how fate had brought her and Slim together.
Yonder years back she had a car flat over near C.C. Smith School and just
guess who her young Knight in Shining Armor was – yes, Mr. Slim himself,
the start of a still growing relationship, too long in years to calculate.
Willerdean
was next with her story of how her and Farlow both worked for John Thorn
alongside each other. That how, after over two years, their work
relationship grew into a courtship after Farlow finally asked her on a
date. Married today, they still worked alongside each other in their own
construction business, that they have been together for well over 35 years
and that she expected another 35 whether by prayer or fate.
"Hatch"
and Harley Hood moved on into The Store during this very deep
"fate/prayed up" conversation and both commented they would
welcome that very special lady whether she showed up by prayer or fate.
Ms.
Ida offered a much different perspective on how she let her "prayed
up" man get away. Seems several years back there was a gentleman she
taught with over at the College whose wife had passed. After some time he
and she got together and things were good. But, because of her years as a
single independent woman and being set in her ways, plus a very hurtful
past love experience she let this man and a special growing relationship
die. She pulled a crumpled and stained piece of paper from her purse as
she offered up a short poem she had written about her love loss…
I DIDN’T
KNOW…
I
didn’t know love when I met you
At my age I didn’t know if I wanted to
I
didn’t know what love was
If I could take love from you
I had been hurt really bad
One time too
I
didn’t know until you were gone
What love was
How real you made love feel to me
I
didn’t know until you were gone
How much I missed you
That you were real in my heart
I
didn’t know until you were gone
How real you were, that you cared deeply
I
didn’t know how much I missed you
That I cared for you
I
didn’t know what I really wanted
That you were real in my heart
I
just really didn’t know!!!
Ms.
Ida explained with a tear in her eye, we were a special couple, even at
our age and I just didn’t know love.
Estelle
finished things up on a high note—seems "Truth" showed up in
her senior high sewing class years back with a serious garment problem,
she quickly repaired the garment and the rest is history. She says call it
"fate" that they have been "love birds" for goin’ on
near thirty years now.
About
this time talk turned away from folks bein’ buddied up, by prayer or
fate. Most near all The Store regulars and other community and area Flat
Rock folk begin to disperse back to their daily responsibilities. |
