Forbidden

They were all gathered in one acccord, to celebrate Marigold's birthday. She arrived in the last year, an orphan on the oldest street in town, twenty two years old, saying her parents had died in an accident leaving a letter that explained she was an adopted child, her birth mother may still reside in Missouri. She relocated with the challenge of finding a mother who had given her up at birth, a pink ribbion tied around her wrist, and nothing more. How could she find the woman who thought either so little or so much of her to trust her into the lives of complete stangers? Why would God sit her down on a street in the oldest section of town in an old antebellum home when she was an artist who thought differently than these stoic neighbors? What if they disiked her, what if she hated them? If God really cared, why would he not make her quest easier than having her encounter the rich old dame two blocks down? What was she to do about the farm boy she had fallen in love with, whose parents refused her entry into their lives? And how did she fall into the trap of driviing the women to church in her painted van, with it's angel on the back, an eagle spread across the hood with wings drooping down the front fenders and those cherubic faces that little Ruthie age three understood immediately. She pined for someone to love her, almost feeling forsaken in a world of rush, where people pressed on in their private lives showing little caring, except Ellen next door, preparing to marry Daniel, a blessed couple if she had ever met one, and could it all be due to Ellen's faith? Was it possible God could bless her life in the same way if she turned it over to him and quit trying to fix everiything herself? She found herself drawn into the lives of those very being; four women of different age, all caught up int he same need, and only Ellen seemed to have the answers. Her faith in God.