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Camille Anding<br />
The Time Coin<br />
The sweltering, bone-dry days of<br />
September were tolling a death<br />
knell for Virginia’s backyard<br />
garden. The surviving caladiums drooped<br />
their once lovely heads, and the hardiest<br />
petunias dangled from their baskets in a<br />
farewell surrender. The roses had responded<br />
well to the drop in humidity, but their roots cried for a soaking rain.<br />
Virginia hurriedly cleared away the dinner dishes so she could<br />
assuage her garden’s suffering. Smaller jobs seemed to jump in the way<br />
so by the time Virginia opened the back door, the evening light had<br />
retired. Not to be deterred from her task, Virginia reached for the<br />
flashlight and headed for the watering hose.<br />
The earth was parched, and the plants seemed lifeless, but the sounds<br />
said there was life. It was too dark to know what kind of life, but all<br />
unidentified creatures seemed to be making noise. Was it crickets,<br />
cicadas, locusts or grasshoppers – or a combination of all? Virginia<br />
wasn’t sure, but their amplifiers were on full throttle. The noise would<br />
qualify as a roar.<br />
“Amazing,” Virginia thought to herself that tiny insects could create<br />
such a symphony.<br />
Symphony? Virginia was confident that not everyone would define<br />
those noises in musical terms, but growing up listening to the night<br />
sounds makes one appreciate the unique<br />
summer nights in the country.<br />
Another familiar noise broke Virginia’s<br />
concentration on God’s little creatures. She<br />
tossed the hose to pull her cell phone from<br />
her pocket. “Hi, Mama,” the welcomed voice<br />
greeted. It was Marie, her firstborn who<br />
was married with her own family.<br />
Before Virginia could finish asking Marie about how things were<br />
going, Marie interrupted. “Where are you, Mama?” she asked. “Outside,<br />
watering my roses.” “I knew it,” Marie responded, “I hear home!”<br />
After their conversation ended, Virginia continued watering her<br />
roses. She thought how anyone could hear the roar of the summer night<br />
creatures, but not everyone has spiritual ears to hear the still, small voice<br />
of God.<br />
For the next few moments, amid the fanfare of the summer night,<br />
Virginia’s mind drifted from the night sounds and thirsty plants to a<br />
well of contemplation. She thought about how easily the clamor of<br />
sounds and pleasures can muffle the eternal voice of God.<br />
With garden hose in hand, Virginia dedicated herself to more<br />
disciplined focus on spending time alone with God. She spoke audibly<br />
into the heavens, “Lord, when You speak, I want to say without<br />
hesitation, ‘I hear home.’” n<br />
98 • <strong>October</strong>/<strong>November</strong> <strong>2016</strong>