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Once upon a time I was retired. But I came to live with my younger daughter and homeschooled her oldest son for two years. He went to school for 8th grade and now is in high school. I get to spend lots of time with my other three grandchildren. I write poetry and enjoy making books of them. I don't live with my daughter now; I have my own apartment which I love, and my own little kitty, which I named Shere Khan. However, unlike his name sake, he is not a brave, mean kitty. But I like it that way! I live only a few miles from my daughter and her family. I wish my other daughter was closer, but two hours away is not bad. Her three boys are all teenagers now. Its fun to be a grandma! My life is good.

THE PAST CATCHES UP

His heart was heavy. He had to find the right words to let her know. It would be a shock for her and he wasn’t sure how she would handle the news. Why? He had asked himself that question thousands of times over the last thirty minutes. Why? Somehow there had to be an answer for it. If only he could come up with one before he had to tell her.

 Josh turned his attention back to the road. The journeys to and from work had been the most difficult ones he had ever taken as his past haunted him every time he was alone. He had prided himself on not keeping secrets from his wife, Carol. All but one. That was safe because it happened before he knew her, before he realized she was the one he wanted to spend his life with. And now that one secret might be his undoing. He sighed as he turned down the street that led to his house.

His mind went back to the letter he had received a week ago. There was no name, only a return address, a couple hours away. He didn’t know anyone in that town so he almost threw the letter away. But he decided against it and tore the envelope open. It read,

“Dear Joshua Landers,

“My name is Lynette. You don’t know me, but I hope to get to know you. You might recognize my mother’s name, Sarah Thompson. If not, perhaps I need to look farther. However, I think you are my father.”

Josh had felt the room start to whirl. He sat down. Yes, that name was familiar. He read on.

“My mother raised me alone. Awhile back, she told me you name. She didn’t know where you were now, but said you had stayed in the same town after she left. She has died and now the doctor wants to know my medical history. Please call me or write me; if you don’t recognize my mother’s name, please let me know that.”

“Thank you.

“Sincerely, Lynette Thompson.”

Josh had stared at the phone number. He wanted to throw the letter away, forget about this moment, and go back to his blissfully happy relationship with his wife and children. Anger welled up in him. Why does she want to contact me?

He slumped. His anger disappeared. He had been a rat and he knew it. When Sarah confided to him she was pregnant, he wanted her to get an abortion. The conversation came back to him.

“We can’t get married, Sarah. We are too young. We have lives ahead of us. An abortion is the only way!”

Angrily, Sarah shook her head. “Never, Joshua. I can’t do that to my baby!”

“Well, then, take care of it yourself!” he shouted. He had stomped out and disappeared from her life.

Sarah had moved out of town, but he had stayed in the same town.

The years after that had changed his life. He had met God and repented of his past and of what he had done to Sarah. He had met Carol and they had married and had a baby, and another on the way. He told himself there was nothing he could do about Sarah and that it would do no good to tell Carol about his past.

Even over this past week, he had tried to justify throwing the letter away, or contacting the young lady and lying to her. But the conviction hit him hard that since truth had become important to him, he needed to call Lynette and tell Carol about his past.

Josh pulled the car into the garage. He whispered a prayer that God would him strength to do what he had to do and give grace that Carol would understand. As he pushed open the door from the garage into the kitchen, he saw Carol at the table drinking a cup of tea. He took a deep breath and stepped into the house.

Carol turned toward him and smiled. “Oh, you have caught me in my laziness. The kids are over at the neighbors in their pool.” Her smile faded. “Josh, are you okay?”

Josh sat down beside her. “I need to talk to you, Carol. Will the kids be gone long?”

“A couple hours yet.” She set her cup down. “Josh, what’s wrong?”

“Carol, I have been dishonest with you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Carol stared at him for a moment. “Go ahead, Josh.”

“It is about something that happened before I knew you. I didn’t think it mattered that I didn’t say anything, but I can see that I should have.” He held up the letter he had pushed into his pocket. He had kept it there, moving it to whatever jacket or pants he was wearing that day.

Carol hesitated, then reached out and took it. Josh watched as she read it. She looked up at him and was quiet for a long time. When she spoke, her voice was resolute. “Have you contacted her?”

Josh shook his head. “I have put it off.”

“Josh,” she scolded, “she apparently is your daughter. You owe her. And since she is your daughter, she is mine.” She cleared her throat. “I wish you would have told me before. But that is the past. Now we have to take care of her.”

Josh nodded. “I’ll call her. But first I need to say something. I was a rat to her. I even wanted her to get an abortion. But God convicted me of that and I have repented for all of it. Still, it is inexcusable that I didn’t tell you about the child before we were married. I don’t deserve any forgiveness from you, but I hope you will grant it.” Without waiting for her to respond, he stood and went to the phone.

At its ring, a young woman’s voice answered. Josh told her who he was.

“Mr. Landers, thank you for calling. I know this is probably a difficult situation. I don’t want to make it worse. Could we meet and discuss my medical history?”

Josh agreed. They set Saturday and Josh was on his way. Carol seemed distant and Josh could only pray that he would forgive him.

Lynette was a very nice young lady. She was in her twenties and living with an aunt. “Aunt Linda encouraged me to call you,” she said. “I thought I just wanted medical information, but I find I am glad to meet my father. Mother told me a lot about you”

“I wasn’t very nice to her. I’m sorry I was a cad.”

“We talked about you, without your name. She didn’t tell me that until she got sick. Then she felt she needed to. She forgave you and she wanted me to do the same.”

“Lynette, I told my wife about you.”

Lynette’s eyebrows went up as if she to say “And?”

“My wife says since you are my daughter, you are hers too. We would like to take you to dinner and have you meet your brother.”

A smile spread across Lynnette’s face. “I would like to.  A brother! Wow!”

The trip home was much better than the trip to see his daughter, but he was concerned about Carol. She had seemed distant after he told her. He parked in the garage and went into the house. Carol was fixing dinner. She turned to him.

“It was good,” he told her. “I asked her to go to dinner with us.”

Carol nodded. She stopped what she was doing. “I want you to know I forgive you. I have done a lot of thinking. I was hurt but the past is the past and I know you have changed. I love you, Josh.”

She walked to him and put her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her and whispered thank you through her hair. “I love you, my beautiful wife.” Their kiss was like a stepping stone, away from the past and into a new beginning. As he held her close, his thoughts formed a prayer of thanks to God for His making an ugly situation beautiful.

This was written as a prompt from Author S B Mazing. Join the fun and write your story from her prompt!

“He restores my soul” (Psalm 23:3a).

What a great truth.

charlie's avatarLearning From God's Word

Nicodemus came to Jesus at night and said, “Rabbi, we know you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the miraculous signs you are doing if God were not with him.”
Jesus gave him this answer: “I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again” (John 3:2-3).
This wasn’t the answer Nicodemus had been looking for. it wasn’t the answer he was expecting. It was the answer he needed – “You must be born again” (John 3:7).
The new birth – this is the restoration of soul of which the psalmist speaks.
Through the new birth, the believer
– becomes a child of God (John 1:12);
– becomes a new person (2 Corinthians 5:17);
– receives the life of God (2 Peter 1:4);
– shares Christ’s victory over sin…

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WHAT DID I HIT?

Blog Event Finish It #16 for Author S B Mazing. The prompt:

She knew she’d hit something. But what? She saw the shape suddenly jumping or running right in front of her car. Oh no! Her heart was racing while she got out of the car. Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe it was the fog and the darkness setting in. Maybe she did not hit anything. Maybe it was just the fog. But she felt it too. She slowly made her way to the front of the car. And then her heart froze. There it was.

Please continue…

The headlights revealed the animal on the ground. Yes, she had seen something run in front of her. Yes, she had hit something. It lay so still.

Kate looked closer, trying to see in the fog what had run in front of her car. Was it a cat? It was about the size of one. Oh no! she thought. It can’t be. Tears formed in her eyes. She hated the thought that she may have killed someone’s pet. She looked around at the houses. Perhaps she could find out who it belonged to.

She started to stand, and then squealed. The animal was moving, as if being pulled away, rather than moving on its own. She watched for a moment as it was being pulled toward the curb. Then she heard laughter.

She looked up at two boys on the curb, pulling the animal away from her car. She started toward them, but they dropped the rope they were pulling and ran into the closest house. The “animal” was by her feet. She bent down and looked closely at it. It almost looked real, but it was only a plastic stuffed animal. Angry, she reached down and picked it up. Some child’s toy.

The door of the house where the boys had run opened and a woman came out. She came over to Kate. “Are you alright? I thought I heard a scream.”

Kate held up the animal. “Yes, I did scream. This ‘ran’ in front of my car and I hit it.Does this belong to your son?”  she asked, trying to sound civil.

The woman took the toy. “Why, that looks like my daughter’s. She has been looking for it. And yes, I do have a son.” She frowned. “Why don’t you turn off the lights on your car and come in with me. I want you to meet someone.”

Kate pulled her car a little closer to the curb and turned off the lights. She followed the woman into the house.

The woman called a girl’s name. A young girl came and squealed with she saw the toy in Kate’s hand. She reached for it, but the woman stopped her.

“Wait a minute, honey. Your brother has to come here first.”

A boy appeared from the other room. He grimaced when he saw the toy in Kate’s hand. His mother put her hands on her hips. “Carl, is this your doing?”

Carl hung his head. “We were just having some fun. Dan and I put a string on it and threw it in front of her car, that’s all.” He looked down at the ground.

“You apologize to this lady. You could have caused her to have an accident. We will find an appropriate punishment for you. If Dan is here, tell him he has to go home. You two will not be playing together for awhile.”

Head still down, Carl spoke. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

Memories of her own brother’s pranks filled Kate’s mind. “Apology accepted,” she said.

Carl left the room and the woman turned back to Kate. “I am so sorry. Would you like a cup of coffee?”

Kate handed the animal to the little girl and smiled at her. “Yes, I would like that.”

As they drank coffee, Kate remembered and shared the memories of her own brother’s pranks. “I guess God put mischief in children!”

“Thank you,” the woman said, sighing. “He isn’t a bad boy, just mischievous! But I want him to realize that some of his pranks could do damage.”

As Kate drove home, she was relieved that it hadn’t been an animal that had leapt in front of her car. She was glad he hadn’t gotten away with his prank. She smiled. “Perhaps Carl will turn out as great as my mischievous brother.” She pulled into the garage and went into the house, glad the day was over.

 

 

This is a weekly challenge on Wednesdays from Author S B Mazing. She gives a prompt and you finish the story! Join us!

THE LETTER OF HOPE

I have been tied up with some of life’s busyness and have finally gotten back to to Finish It! by authorsbmazing for FINISH IT! #14. Hope you enjoy it!

Here is her prompt for Finish It #14
He looked at the letter. Over and over again. Maybe he was dreaming. This was too good to be true! Life had been rough recently. He checked again, if the letter was really addressed to him. If this was true, it would change everything.
Please continue…

Ben turned the letter over again. Yes, it was addressed to him: Benjamin Alstead. The name on the return label was from the man his friend Randall Cavin had identified as his biological father, William Barston. Randall had told him that William would contact Ben if he wanted to talk with him.

Ben thought back over his search for his biological parents. It had been a long search. The laws in his state kept the adoption closed, but Ben had prayed that he would find them. His adopted parents warned him,“Biological parents have their reasons to keep the adoption closed, Ben. There may be a road of hurt before you.”

Ben had studied his parents’ faces. “You know I don’t want to do this because you have been bad parents. You are the best parents in the world. It’s just that it’s something I have to do.”

His mother had sighed and leaned against his father, looking up into his face. Ben watched as his adopted father looked down at his mother. When they looked back at him, they nodded. “Ben, if this is what you really want to do, we wish you God-speed. We are here for you, son, and we’ll help you any way we can.”

And they had. But the search was not complete when they were killed in an automobile accident. The need to find his biological parents increased. They would keep him from being an orphan, without family! The search went on hold during the settling of his parents’ estate. But he knew he would have to get back into it, refusing to believe it could lead to more pain than he had now.

His year was lonely with grieving. His heart ached to find his biological parents, especially his father. Then he was surprised by the contact from his parents’ friend from years before.

“Hi. My name is Randall Cavin. If you are Ben, the son of Carl and Ashley, give me a call or email me,” he said in a letter. It had been a long time since he had heard that name, but he did vaguely remember it. He had been friends with Ben’s adopted parents but he had moved and conversation between the friends had grown sparse. Ben decided to send an email right away, confirming Randall’s suspicion.

The reply was immediate. “Ben, I read about your folks’ deaths. I am so sorry. I’m an attorney and was involved with a case and couldn’t do anything at the time. Give me a call tomorrow. I would love to know how you are and what I can do to help you.”

Ben told Randall about his search and Randall said he would like to help Ben. “But,” he warned, “it may lead to more pain than you have now.”

“That’s what my parents said,” Ben had answered. “But I have to do this.”

And so the search had continued. Then a call from Randall made Ben’s heart leap. He had found Ben’s father. “If he is going to have you be part of his life, he will write you a letter.”

Ben waited. As the month passed, he wondered if he should give up. And then the letter came in the mail. Ben stared at it. Was it really for him? Was it really from his biological father? With trembling hands, he tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter. He hands still trembled as he read, “Dear Ben, your friend Randall contacted me. He told us about you and we realized that you are our biological son. He told me about your adopted parents. We are so sorry. Ben, it has been more than 25 years that we have thought about you. We were too young to marry when you were born and it was with heavy hearts that we put you up for adoption. It was several years before we married and although we wanted to know you, we felt it was best to leave things as they were. We have thought much about it and have decided we want you to be part of our lives.”

The visit with his father and mother had been all that Ben had hoped it was. He had not only father and mother, but brother and sister. He put the letter in a safe place. It had changed his life and he would value it forever.

WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY AND LIVE WITH MY KIDS

Sent to me by a friend. Since I am going to live with one of my daughters,  I thought they might enjoy it, especially the one I will not be living with! 🙂

WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY AND LIVE WITH MY KIDS

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with each kid,

And bring so much happiness just as they did.

I want to pay back all the joy they’ve provided.

Returning each deed! Oh, they’ll be so excited!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

I’ll write on the walls with red, white and blues,

And I’ll bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.

I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out.

I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they’ll shout!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

When they’re on the phone and just out of reach,

I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.

Oh, they’ll snap their fingers and then shake their heads,

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

When they cook dinner and call me to eat,

I’ll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,

I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,

And when they get angry I’ll run if I’m able!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

I’ll sit close to the TV, through channels I’ll click,

I’ll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.

I’ll take off my socks and throw one away,

And play in the mud ‘til the end of the day!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

And later in bed, I’ll lay back and sigh,

I’ll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.

My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,

And say with a groan, “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping!”

 

Free Style Writing Challenge

Thanks, Julie, from light and life, for the inviting me to be part of the Free Style Writing Challenge. It has taken me far to long to settle down to do it, but here it is.
Here are the cut-and-pasted rules:
Open an MS Word document (or Pages)
1. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat. (Not sure what that meant so I just set the timer for 10)
2. Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
3. Fill the word doc with as many words as you want. Once you began writing do not stop even to turn.
4. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
5. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However, if you do, it would be best.
6. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
7. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).

The topic I had to write about: WHEN I WAS PROUDEST OF MYSELF

The time I was proudest of myself. I guess that’s when I discovered my poem, “The Difference” was being published. It was under the name “anonymous” because it had somehow escaped the small poem book my husband and I had put together and sold on consignment at a Christian bookstore. The book was for a printing class and it was the project my husband and I had taken together. We had chosen it because I had several poems I had written—many, in fact—and we needed a project for our class. It worked out well. My husband chose some paper for the cover, which was very nice.

Twenty years later, we found the poem in book had been published under “author anonymous.” It was quite a surprise. We had copyrighted the book and so we were able to contact the people who were using it to let them know I was the author of that poem. Several large companies had printed bookmarks, plaques, among other things, and when they acknowledged that I was the author, they gave me a royalty on what they had sold.

Selling poetry is not easy. There is a lot of poetry out there and it sells to not a lot of people. However, one man who worked for an art company got hold of me and asked if he could use it if he gave me a royalty in advance. I said yes. He sent the paper work and I signed it. I received the check and the future royalty sales of that poem were taken out of the advance. He had a beautiful picture with it, which went along with the poem so well. It was a large stone altar on one side of the poem and a door on the other. It looked so beautiful. And he put my name on it!

Actually, to say I was proud of myself was not quite the way to say it. I was blessed, proud that God could use what I wrote to bless others. Many said they were blessed by it.

I was not able to sell more of my poems because I was not well known, but to know that I was a blessing to others, even though unknown, was neat.

Number of words: 379

The Difference
“The Difference” poem on poster, picture by Raymond Greenberg Art Publishing

The words for THE DIFFERENCE:

I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day.
I had so much to accomplish
that I didn’t take time to pray.

Troubles just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task.
“Why doesn’t God help me?” I wondered.
He answered, “You didn’t ask.”

I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak.
I wondered why God didn’t show me.
He said, “But you didn’t seek.”

I tried to come into God’s presence.
I tried all the keys in the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
“But child, you didn’t knock.”

I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day.
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take time to pray.

Now it’s the turn of my five worthy opponents:
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all about cheryl
Friendly Fairy Tales
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Your topic: A time you had victory over a problem or fear

FOLLOWED!

Thanks Author S B Mazing for another story prompt for Blog Event Finish It #13. I hope you enjoy the finish of the story! The prompt: she kept looking in her mirror. The car was still following her. She was sure it was the same car. She did another unnecessary turn, just to see what the driver in the dark Suburban would do. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe he was heading the same direction she was. But there was this weird feeling. This sick gut feeling and the last had taught her to listen to her instincts.

Please continue…

The last time Lisa had been followed was when she went to visit her daughter. She had passed a man and he began to follow her too closely. She had tried to leave quite a bit of room when she pulled back in the lane, but perhaps he thought she was too close. After a few miles of his tailgating, she started to call 911. Just then, a police car pulled in front of her. She blinked her lights several times and the police car pulled off the road. He pulled back on the road behind the car following her and pulled him over. Lisa had turned off at the next corner and taken several other streets so whoever it was couldn’t find her.

It had been a long time, but Lisa could remember how she had breathed a prayer of thanks for God’s protection. It helped overcome the fear that had nagged her while the car was following her.

Now as Lisa glanced in the mirror at the suburban behind her, she had a sense of peace that helped her not to panic. She knew she was too close to home and she couldn’t  go there with this guy behind her.

“Father God, I’m going to go to the police station,” she said to herself. “I sure don’t want to take this guy to my house. I ask that you would send him away!” She turned onto the next street away from home and toward the police station. The suburban followed her. Another couple turns and she pulled up into the parking lot of the police station. She left her engine  while she watched the suburban slow, than speed away.

A woman had come out of the building and came over to her car.  Lisa rolled down her window. “You okay?” the woman asked. “I was leaving and saw you pull up and that guy take off.”

Lisa let out her breath, and nodded. “Yes, thank you. He has been following me for several miles.”

The woman nodded. “It was a good thing to come here. Do you have a license number?”

“No. I only saw the front of the car.”

The woman smiled. She reached in the window and put her hand in hand on Lisa shoulder. “I’m Officer Kate. Tell you what, I’ll follow you home.”

Lisa nodded. “Thanks. I’m a little shaken.” Kate went to her car and followed Lisa out of the parking lot. Lisa appreciated Officer Kate’s friendliness and help. She kept her eyes open on the way home. No sign of the follower.

At her house, Lisa waved as she pulled in the driveway. Officer Kate waved back and Lisa pressed the garage door opener button. She pulled into the garage, turned off the engine and pressed the button to close the garage door. As she stepped out, she breathed a prayer, “Father God, thank you.” She smiled and pushed open the door into the house.

Never Talk To Strangers

What an eye-opener!

amommasview's avatarA Momma's View

We’ve all been told to never talk to strangers and we probably all said the exact same thing to our kids. Easy to remember, right? Or maybe not so much. Especially when we also teach the kids not to be rude. So what is it now? Which one to consider? Should they be polite and answer questions as long as the person asking seems nice and polite and actually not dangerous? Or should they follow the don’t talk to stranger rule?

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