"And without faith it is IMPOSSIBLE to please God," Lu recites.
Saturday night and she's pounding the memory verse for Sunday. I look up from a snarl of knitting. She's squinting her eyes, teasing the words across her memory.
"And with out faith it is IMPOSSIBLE to please God," she says. "That actually is true," she's stopped, eyes fixed on me. "Even if you try your HARDEST, it is IMPOSSIBLE." She rolls her mouth around the word impossible.
"Yup," I say.
"Yeah, you can never even do it," Jack says. Elbow deep in the kitchen sink, he leans past the door jam, nods.
"Yup," I say, "impossible."
So it is: faith, the evidence of things unseen. Evidence of the invisible, the suit of trump.
5521. Sophie comes for dinner.
5522. Tuesday girls meet.
5523. Thursday pinochle, a circus of cards, cousins, popcorn, and candy, the memories flow like water.
5524. Jane finishes her checkerboard quilt top.
5525. Mom and I trade quilting chores.
5526. We thrift through a local second hand store.
5527. We have a work day at Great-Grammie's. A camaraderie of work encircles us.
5528. The cousins eat apples in the orchard and swing from the rope swing in the barn.
5529. We get a trunk and freezer and other pass-alongs.
5530. We trade pleasure reading books with the cousins. They give us some of their all time favorites. Bliss!
5531. "Do you need this?" Joe holds his blankie up to me then puts it on my back.
5532. Evidence of things unseen -- one of our children begins a habit of confession. A contrite heart, truth encircles us.
5533. Truth, the greatest gift of all.