THOSE AWAKE... 


By Tessa Harvey


    The next week night, Imelda read the 23rd psalm before she went to sleep. Determined to focus on God, she set her mind on things above. She did not want to be a prisoner of self. When she slept her dreams were peaceful, of green pastures and pleasant streams with peaceful pools where sheep would safely graze.
    Then she heard a Voice she knew at once was the Lord's. "Be still and know that I am God." There was a pause and she felt an inner certainty that God was with her, that the battle was the Lord's.
    Puzzled, Imelda left for work the next morning and was cleaning an empty room when she felt certain that she was being watched.
Unsettled, the woman turned around and observed Lady Rosie watching her. "I hear your man friend has been away for a few days now." The refined voice was slightly mocking. "Well, why should he be in touch?" she answered somewhat sharply. "We are only slight friends after all."
    Rosie's tone became casual. "Does....Grayson still have that old Bible?" Unable to think of anything but a truthful answer, Imelda answered in the affirmative. Her work in the room finished, she turned with her cleaning trolley of mops, duster, window cleaners - and left the room.
    Half-way along the corridor, the cleaner realised she had forgotten her furniture polish. Returning, she neared the door and heard her CEO say "Get that crummy Bible. I want it!"
    A smartly dressed man strode confidently out of the room. He saw the cleaner, winked, and strode off in the opposite direction. Obviously she meant nothing to him. Discreetly, Imelda retraced her steps, puzzled.
    She hadn't heard from Gray for a few days, but now she felt uncertain. What should she do?


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