Where's Your Faith?
Ashlie Duggan had captained the cheerleading team, excelled as a pitcher on the high school softball team and all through senior year had maintained her 4.00 average.
All the same her mother, Harriet, worried about her.
Ashlie was almost too pretty, too smart, too popular.
But senior year had been so full that Harriet now wondered if her daughter had been stretched so far that perhaps even her grades had been sustained more on academic reputation than scholastic performance for the teachers liked her as much as her fellow students. And how, for instance, had she done on the scholarship test at State last month? With Ashlie's father gone, that test would be critical to her getting the necessary assistance to attend college in the fall. Through it all, Ashlie had bolstered her mother's worrisome spirits by asking her the simple question:
Where's your faith, Mom?
Sometimes Harriet asked the same thing of herself.
Now the two kept busy, Ashlie at homework and her mother at housework, on this rare free afternoon together.
Harriet noticed that Ashlie seemed to shoot frequent glances at the front door. Finally, there was a shuffling in the mailbox and the letters fell through the door slot.
Ashlie hastened to pick them up, located a manila one larger than the others and opened it hurriedly.
She smiled, proudly, walked over to her mother and showed her the document from inside.
Harriet's face lit up. Her daughter, Ashlie Duggan, had scored a near-perfect test grade. Not only had she been accepted at State but hers would be a full-ride scholarship.
Harriet looked up, large tears welling up in her hazel eyes.
All Ashlie could say was: "Where's your faith, Mom?"
All Harriet could say was: "Right here. You're my faith, baby, and I thank God for you everyday."
Ashlie Duggan had captained the cheerleading team, excelled as a pitcher on the high school softball team and all through senior year had maintained her 4.00 average.
All the same her mother, Harriet, worried about her.
Ashlie was almost too pretty, too smart, too popular.
But senior year had been so full that Harriet now wondered if her daughter had been stretched so far that perhaps even her grades had been sustained more on academic reputation than scholastic performance for the teachers liked her as much as her fellow students. And how, for instance, had she done on the scholarship test at State last month? With Ashlie's father gone, that test would be critical to her getting the necessary assistance to attend college in the fall. Through it all, Ashlie had bolstered her mother's worrisome spirits by asking her the simple question:
Where's your faith, Mom?
Sometimes Harriet asked the same thing of herself.
Now the two kept busy, Ashlie at homework and her mother at housework, on this rare free afternoon together.
Harriet noticed that Ashlie seemed to shoot frequent glances at the front door. Finally, there was a shuffling in the mailbox and the letters fell through the door slot.
Ashlie hastened to pick them up, located a manila one larger than the others and opened it hurriedly.
She smiled, proudly, walked over to her mother and showed her the document from inside.
Harriet's face lit up. Her daughter, Ashlie Duggan, had scored a near-perfect test grade. Not only had she been accepted at State but hers would be a full-ride scholarship.
Harriet looked up, large tears welling up in her hazel eyes.
All Ashlie could say was: "Where's your faith, Mom?"
All Harriet could say was: "Right here. You're my faith, baby, and I thank God for you everyday."
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