The Long Middle

Allison Jones is eleven years old, which means she is old enough to know exactly where she doesn’t belong and not quite old enough to know where she does. When the church Ladies’ Tea puts her squarely between the children’s craft table and the women’s conversation circle with nowhere comfortable in the middle, she carries that quiet ache home without quite having words for it. What the Jones family discovers together — at the dinner table, in the living room, and in the steady pages of First Corinthians and Jeremiah — is that the in-between is not a mistake in the timing. It is a season, and every season has a purpose. And in a quiet moment after Sunday service, something Brother Thompson says to Dad suggests that growing into the next thing — whatever it is — requires exactly the courage this family has been practicing all along.