GOD’S GIFT

 

Thanks to Author S B Mazing for her prompt for Blog  Event #19.

Finally everything seemed to fall in places. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy and excited. Finally! She couldn’t stop smiling. What a wonderful day it was.
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It couldn’t be more perfect! The doctor had made her world complete that morning. She put her hand on her abdomen. One of these days what the doctor said was inside her would one day be in her arms. It was so fitting that the day was warm—but not too hot—with a cool breeze blowing and the sky was blue with only a few wispy white clouds. She breathed a prayer of thanks. “Thank you, Jesus. If you had left us childless, I would have still loved you. But I am so grateful for this.”FAMILIfinishThe screen door to the patio opened. She looked up and smiled at her husband as he entered the room. He bent over and kissed her, then sat down in the deck chair beside her.

“Beautiful day,” he commented. “Well, my sweet, what did the doctor say?”

Her smile widened. “We are going to be mommy and daddy!”

She waited for his smile, but it was far too small. He shrugged. “I guess life changes, now.”

Lauren’s smile disappeared and she frowned a little. “Jeff, are you unhappy about the baby?”

He patted her hand. “No, Lauren, it is just unexpected. We’ve been married for seven years and I just never expected it to happen.”

“It did seem like it wouldn’t,” she agreed. “The doctor said, ‘will miracles never cease!’ ” Her smile returned. She wasn’t going to let his coolness to the news stifle her joy.

Jeff stood. “Think I’ll tackle that job I started.” He went back into the house.

Lauren looked after him, then turned her attention back to the scene of earth and sky. “Father,” she prayed, “let him get excited about this special gift!”

Lauren was so grateful that she only had a couple days of morning sickness, and then only certain foods made her nauseated. But that turned out good because those were foods she didn’t really need to eat: cakes, pies, cookies, and so forth. Some of her friends had been very sick with their pregnancies.

As the days went by, Jeff helped her set up the nursery. They took birthing classes. Jeff visited the doctor with her. Her tummy grew larger and she felt the butterfly movements under her heart. Later, she was able to have Jeff put his hand on the small elbow or foot that pushed outward. But Jeff seemed a bit distant, as if he was deep in thought. It made her sad, but she knew he was working through the implication of being a daddy and having a family. She reiterated to herself: I won’t let his attitude change mine. Thank you, Jesus, for this beautiful gift!

 

After the church service one Sunday morning, an elderly widow approached them. She was one of Lauren’s favorite people. Their friend hugged her and Jeff.

“Hello, my dears,” she said. “I am so excited for you.” She sighed. “How I wish Marlin and I had not decided we didn’t want to have children. It just seemed so freer for us to be just us. How I miss family now.” She looked at Jeff. “I think Marlin would have been a great father if we had given it a chance.” She smiled at Jeff. “And I think you will make a wonderful father! I often think now of what Pastor Jeffers says—and what the Bible says—children are a gift from the Lord. They are messy and expensive, but what a joy.”

They invited their friend to come to lunch with them, but she had some plans. Lauren was sorry. Their friend was always so encouraging. They talked for a few minutes, though Lauren noticed that Jeff was quiet. Lauren didn’t say anything about it; she had to let Jeff work through the changes that had come and were coming. They went to lunch, but he didn’t say much throughout the meal. When they got home, Lauren decided to take a nap.

When she awoke, Jeff was on the deck. She put her arms around his middle. He put his hands on hers and pulled her tight. She giggled. It was hard to be too close with such a big tummy!

Jeff turned and held her close. “Lauren, I am so sorry I have been so distant. I have been doing a lot of thinking, especially after the conversation with Sue this morning and after Pastor Jeffer’s sermon. Darling, I really do want this child. I do want a family. It has just been such a transition.”

“Oh, darling, I understand,” she said, her head on his chest. A prayer went from her heart, Thank you, Jesus, for helping him through this!

The next days and weeks showed that Jeff’s heart was settled about being a father. She was so glad. It was wonderful to have them on the same page with the coming baby. Soon it was time for the trip to the hospital, time to suffer through labor, but she was grateful that Jeff was there with her. Her labor progressed. And then it was time to push.

After a couple hours, pushing, the doctor said to Jeff that he might have to do a C-section. Lauren heard through her haze of exhaustion, but then she also heard Jeff’s voice of prayer. Suddenly, the doctor said, “Lauren, push once more. Your baby has decided to come see us!”

And then it was over. Their beautiful little daughter was placed in a blanket next to Lauren and they helped her begin to breastfeed. Jeff knelt over her and kissed her forehead. “Lauren, this is the proudest moment of my life. I got frightened there when the doctor suggested a C-section. But praise the Lord, He changed the doctor’s plans! You did great.”

Lauren smiled up at her husband. As she gazed at her baby, she was thankful. “Jeff, I would have loved Jesus even without this little bundle, but I am so thankful that he chose to give her to us. And I am thankful that he has given you to me.”

Jeff smiled. He indeed looked like the new daddy she hoped he would be.

 

Grief

Reblogging this to darlenescorner.wordpress.com

E. Adams Wright's avatarfitlyspoken

Can intimacy with grief create a sensitivity to the grief of others?
Much like previously broken bones have been known to ache with changes in the weather?
Aches due to changes in the barometric pressure which occurs with coming storms, as some propose?
Do our inner places previously broken by grief experience changes in some emotional barometric pressure in the face of someone else’s grief storms?
Because we do not “get over loss,” but rather adjust to loss, make space for loss, integrate it into our lives, are changed by loss?
And witnessing someone else’s true grief remember being there?
In a manner that those whose lives have not been intimately etched by grief cannot?
I wonder

© E. Wright 2015

 

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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.

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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.
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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!”