Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 11 (v.1) - In the Stillness

Submitted: July 16, 2019

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Mavy glanced over the children. They'd exhausted themselves not putting up a fuss of any sort when she reminded it was time for bed. Estelle was rapidly outgrowing her bed, Robert, fast on her tail in height. She'd never have imagined that they would sprout like weeds. At the onslaught of their teens, they were already her height. Daniel had not been tall. He was well under six feet as well as she, so where their stature came from had her puzzled. All arms and legs mostly for Robert, Estelle filling out with puberty, making the awkward appendages a little less obvious as they grew. She chuckled in the dim hall, reminiscing about a simpler time when each one had their turn cradled in her arms, being sung to sleep as she rocked them. She was too clingy, Rebekah had warned, her own offspring accustomed to sleeping alone immediately, only an arm stretch away. Hadn't she heard of Taneh rolling over her son, smothering him? Some mother.

 

In some ways, Mavy could understand, but that didn't stop her from attachment parenting to "the extreme", as her friend pointed out. She was too afraid something would happen to the infants. Besides, she was careful. Surely the bags beneath her eyes that stayed for a decade was proof of how light she slept, aware of every sigh that came from their lips in the night hours.

Perhaps had she not taken every opportunity to do as their father Moses had commanded, to teach them by the wayside, during the day and night, they'd not have been so enthused by this Jesus. She couldn't deny that He was a mighty Prophet, but God Himself? How could it be? She sighed, wrapping an arm tightly around her waist, it was still better than the alternative. "Oh Daniel," she murmured into the dark, "Why didn't you believe?"

It was yet raw.

Nicodemus peered into the darkness, the only time where he was sure to have privacy. Something compelled him to search this Man for himself. It was well and good to be a follower, and he was for many years, rising even to the position of ruler, but yet, it was mere hearsay, listening to lectures, droning, pouring over the ancient Scripture.

It was well and good to be a follower, and he was for many years, rising even to the position of ruler, but yet, it was mere hearsay, listening to lectures, droning, pouring over the ancient Scripture

It was not that it bored him, or he fell into disbelief, a man of his class would never do that, nor was it that he was into every new thing that came along, but surely... there was something about Jesus that drew him. Tonight would be the night if the Master would have him. Stealthily, making sure that he was not seen, he made his way to where he'd heard Jesus abode from time to time. A gasp rumbled past his beard as he came face to face with Jesus as if Jesus had known he was coming.

A smile flashed in the darkness, as Jesus opened the door, allowing Nicodemus, who, just for good measure, threw one last glance to be sure he'd not been spotted with "the troublemaker."

 


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