When I was a little girl, I’d rush home after school, gobble up tea and bread, hurry through my homework and go sit in the hallway outside my sister Irene’s locked bedroom door. I was enthralled by that neat room and grown girl treasures.
She’s been gone 8 years but I can still smell her ‘Anais Anais’. My eyes sparkled at the rows of colorful nail polish and lipstick. Her pretty clothes and jewelry dazzled me. But greatest of all was her presence when she finally got home. Finally! My heart raced at the clip-clop sound of her shoes when she walked in the front door. I can still see the precious smile on her beautiful face when she found me waiting in the hallway.
She’d greet me fondly then fumble in her purse for her key and let us into that magical room. Then, while I sat mesmerized on her bed, my feet barely touching the floor, she’d pull some little treat from her purse that she’d picked up for me. Oh the wonder of a piece of candy a little knick-knack. I was gob-smacked by it all.
In studying the book of Proverbs and the concept of lady Wisdom, I came this gem, “Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway.” 8:34. May we eagerly anticipate wisdom, knowing full well that she never EVER disappoints.