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- Dear Marcail
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I really dont think I want to climb that ladder. Bobbie said the words apologetically and Marcail didnt press her. Instead the two flopped into a stall filled with fresh hay. Reclining like princesses, they talked like best friends. They had been in the barn for about 20 minutes when Marcail heard her name being called.
Thats Katie. Ive got to see what she wants. Dont go away. Marcail was up and running in the next second, slipping quietly out the barn door that stood ajar.
Bobbie removed her glasses and rubbed her nose. She felt something poking her in the leg and stood to adjust her position. But a moment after she stood she felt her glasses slip from her cold fingers. Not wanting to step on them, Bobbie stood immobile, then knelt carefully and began to feel along the ground.
A well-known feeling of frustration rose within. To be so dependant on a pair of wire rims filled with glass was at times more frustrating than Bobbie felt she could endure. But whenever these thoughts came to mind, a Bible verse came with them.
It was 1 Corinthians 10:13, and Bobbie knew it by heart: There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able, but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
The temptation, Bobbie knew at the moment, was the fact that she was about to blow her stack. Instead she prayed.
I need Your help, Lord. I cant see, and that always scares me a little. Please send Marcail or someone out here to help me before I panic. Bobbie carefully sat back down in the hay. She felt around her coat and the hay surrounding her, but stayed where she was. She always caught the worst trouble when she moved.
The barn was feeling quite chilly when Bobbie finally heard someone enter.
Whos there?
Where are your glasses?
Bobbie sighed at the sound of her brothers voice. Hi, Troy. Theyre in front of me somewhere. Be careful where you step.
Ill light a lantern. It was Jeffs voice but Bobbie didnt greet him. This was the second time shed had glasses trouble since she got back. Why did Jeff have to witness both episodes? Bobbie found it humiliating.
Thats just your pride, Bobbie, and you know it, the stranded woman rebuked herself, and waited while the search began. They were of course in plain sight to anyone who could see, and it was only a minute before Jeff said he had found them.
Are they broken?
Im afraid so. Its the same place as before, though, and not the glass.
Dad might have something with him, Bobbie. Ill take these to the house. Are you okay where you are?
Sure. Thanks, Troy.