Good to Me by LaTonya Mason

what I’d do.”
    “Well, so far, so good. You did a bang-up job with the open house, you got two people working for you, and both you and Harmony
     got people booked up till the end of the week. I don’t know much about business, but for a first week, seems like you got
     it going on.”
    “See, that’s why I’m glad you’re here. You know you’ve always been able to do that?”
    “Do what?”
    “To make me feel better. Even though Mom doesn’t see it, you’ve always been my biggest cheerleader. You knew just as well
     as everyone else that I had no business marrying Emmitt, but you were so supportive. You acted like you were just as happy
     as I was on my wedding day. Even as far back as when I was in school and girls would try to fight me, you were always there
     to take up for me.”
    “Well, I didn’t want you to get your behind beat,” Iesha laughed. “And as far as Emmitt goes, I just wanted you to be happy.
     But y’all been apart for two years and he still making you miserable. Ain’t there something in the Bible that can help you
     with that?”
    “That’s just what God and I settled—”
    The shrill ring of the telephone startled them both. Charity excused herself while Iesha answered the phone.
    “Horizons Counseling Center, this is Iesha.” Charity gave her a thumbs-up from where she poured a cup of Iesha’s freshly brewed
     coffee.
    “Yes, sir… uhm hum… yes, hold on one moment and let me get that information for you.” It took her a few seconds
     to find the hold button.
    “I can handle it,” she said to Charity, who was looking at her questioningly. She flipped through the pages of her homemade
     manual.
    “Thank you for holding, our DWI screening appointments are seventy-five dollars. When you wanna come in?”
    Charity felt her eyes stretch wide, hearing Iesha speak improper English. She relaxed when she saw Iesha hunch her shoulders
     apologetically.
    “Okay, I can get you in today at four o’clock… Will that work?… Okay, I got you down with Harmony Scott. Do you
     need directions? Okay, I’ll see you at four.”
    “Not bad for a first phone call.”
    “I know, I have to concentrate really hard to talk like I got—I mean have—some sense.”
    “Speaking of Harmony, what time are we expecting her?”
    “Her schedule says ten. Her first appointment is at eleven o’clock. You have an appointment at ten.”
    “Yes. With a Jeffrey Wright?”
    “Yes, and then you’re free until your one o’clock.”
    “What are you doing for lunch?”
    “Traci and Mercedes are coming to eat lunch with me in the courtyard.”
    “Oh. I guess I’ll call April and see if she can meet me for lunch. Since you seem to have everything under control out here,
     I’m going to let you work.”
    “All right then, you gone on back there and keep yourself together or I’mma call Emmitt and give him a piece of my mind.”
    “You are getting more like Momma everyday. Do you know that?”
    Iesha smiled. “What? Being protective over you?”
    “Yes.” Charity smiled back. “But, it feels good to be loved.”
    Charity sat down at her mahogany wood executive desk and unsnapped her black leather-bound pocket Bible. She knew that if
     she were going to continue to walk in peace, she needed some Word to meditate on. She sat quietly flipping through the Bible
     waiting for peace about its passages. She slowed down in the Book of Isaiah and read chapter 54. It seemed like verses five
     and six just leaped off the pages and into her spirit. Rereading the verses helped her to understand them.
For thy maker is thine husband; the Lord of Hosts is His name… For the Lord has called thee as a woman forsaken and grieved
     in spirit, and a wife of youth, when thou was refused, saith thy God
.
    “Thank you, Jesus. You are my husband and today that is more than enough. You know how to love me. You provide for me. You
     meet my every need. Thank You, Lord.”
    She encouraged herself by reading several