employer advertised, collected resumes, interviewed prospects and chose the person who seemed to be the best fit for the position. Here in Bygones, however, everyone desperately needed the income and no one was a great fit for the job. Lily was so terrified of making a mistake that she thought about calling Tate to ask his advice. In the end she called Coraline, who came and prayed with her.
“Now, don’t worry,” Coraline told her. “You’ll do fine. Trust God to show you the right person for the job.”
“I just feel so bad for those I can’t hire.”
“Of course you do, but God will provide. Tate can help you notify those whom you can’t hire.” Knowing that helped a little.
Lily went to bed confident that she would soon have answers. Sure enough, she woke the next day with a specific person in mind. She realized at once that she’d been leaning that way all along, and when she really thought about why, her reasons crystallized. She dressed, ate breakfast and went downstairs to open the shop. Then she called Sherie Taylor and let her know that she could start work right away. Sherie was thrilled. The others, naturally, would not be, but Lily depended on Tate to help her notify them that they had not been chosen.
When she called his cell phone, it went to voice mail, so she left a message, letting him know that she had hired Sherie. She’d hardly ended the call before Sherie showed up, eager to begin work. Lily liked her enthusiasm.
Of average height and a bit pudgy, with short, curly, light brown hair and lively green eyes, Sherie was the divorced mom of twin boys, ten years of age. She had moved in with her parents and made do with child support and unemployment since the plant had closed, but her good nature and sunny smile had not suffered. She had studied design in college but never finished the degree and expressed a true interest in learning all the elements of flower arranging and corsage making. Of everyone Lily had interviewed, Sherie had expressed the most interest in both the technique and the art of floral design. Plus, she just seemed like a good fit personality-wise.
Lily imagined how pleased Tate would be.
She imagined, too, that he had been just a tiny bit jealous when Dale Eversleigh had held her hand and asked her if she liked to play golf. That was all it was, of course, imagination, nothing more than a dream. That was what Lily had done most of her life, after all, dream of one guy or another, without ever speaking up or taking a single step to draw or fix the interest of anyone who attracted her. She was good at imagining and dreaming. Well, she was done with that. All it had ever done was lead her into dissatisfaction and heartbreak.
For the first time she decided that she ought to ask God how to get good at doing . She hadn’t come to Bygones to repeat the mistakes of her past; she had come to start a business, to make a new home and a new life. It was time to dig down deep inside herself and make things happen. She wasn’t afraid of hard work. She could be who she was, just as God had made her, and still make new friends and learn a new way of living.
Bygones wasn’t Boston. Things weren’t as easy or convenient here, but this was where God had planted her, and she was determined to grow and blossom. She didn’t need some man for that. All this new life needed was a lot of work, some hope and a little faith on her part. She could manage that. She would manage that, and her reward would be a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
Resolute, she put Tate Bronson out of mind and concentrated on business. Bookkeeping had to be set up now that she had a couple of regular accounts. Assigning Sherie to watch the shop, she went into the office and did her best to figure out the accounting software. Two hours later she decided that she’d better take a break before she took a hammer to the computer.
“How’s it coming?” Sherie asked.
“It isn’t. I think I have
“Now, don’t worry,” Coraline told her. “You’ll do fine. Trust God to show you the right person for the job.”
“I just feel so bad for those I can’t hire.”
“Of course you do, but God will provide. Tate can help you notify those whom you can’t hire.” Knowing that helped a little.
Lily went to bed confident that she would soon have answers. Sure enough, she woke the next day with a specific person in mind. She realized at once that she’d been leaning that way all along, and when she really thought about why, her reasons crystallized. She dressed, ate breakfast and went downstairs to open the shop. Then she called Sherie Taylor and let her know that she could start work right away. Sherie was thrilled. The others, naturally, would not be, but Lily depended on Tate to help her notify them that they had not been chosen.
When she called his cell phone, it went to voice mail, so she left a message, letting him know that she had hired Sherie. She’d hardly ended the call before Sherie showed up, eager to begin work. Lily liked her enthusiasm.
Of average height and a bit pudgy, with short, curly, light brown hair and lively green eyes, Sherie was the divorced mom of twin boys, ten years of age. She had moved in with her parents and made do with child support and unemployment since the plant had closed, but her good nature and sunny smile had not suffered. She had studied design in college but never finished the degree and expressed a true interest in learning all the elements of flower arranging and corsage making. Of everyone Lily had interviewed, Sherie had expressed the most interest in both the technique and the art of floral design. Plus, she just seemed like a good fit personality-wise.
Lily imagined how pleased Tate would be.
She imagined, too, that he had been just a tiny bit jealous when Dale Eversleigh had held her hand and asked her if she liked to play golf. That was all it was, of course, imagination, nothing more than a dream. That was what Lily had done most of her life, after all, dream of one guy or another, without ever speaking up or taking a single step to draw or fix the interest of anyone who attracted her. She was good at imagining and dreaming. Well, she was done with that. All it had ever done was lead her into dissatisfaction and heartbreak.
For the first time she decided that she ought to ask God how to get good at doing . She hadn’t come to Bygones to repeat the mistakes of her past; she had come to start a business, to make a new home and a new life. It was time to dig down deep inside herself and make things happen. She wasn’t afraid of hard work. She could be who she was, just as God had made her, and still make new friends and learn a new way of living.
Bygones wasn’t Boston. Things weren’t as easy or convenient here, but this was where God had planted her, and she was determined to grow and blossom. She didn’t need some man for that. All this new life needed was a lot of work, some hope and a little faith on her part. She could manage that. She would manage that, and her reward would be a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
Resolute, she put Tate Bronson out of mind and concentrated on business. Bookkeeping had to be set up now that she had a couple of regular accounts. Assigning Sherie to watch the shop, she went into the office and did her best to figure out the accounting software. Two hours later she decided that she’d better take a break before she took a hammer to the computer.
“How’s it coming?” Sherie asked.
“It isn’t. I think I have
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