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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Shhh. (02/18/10)

TITLE: Where Are You Lord?
By AnneRene' Capp
02/21/10


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Her childhood now a distant memory, Miss Pearl fell asleep that night, recalling her mother’s gentle voice as she sung her altered lullaby to Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry:

Shhh…little one now don’t you despair
Father’s gonna give you a home He’s prepared.

Quiet your fears with His Mighty Love
All’s in control from His Throne far above

Let Him wipe those tears from your cheek
For Father’s love is strong and never weak

And when life’s burdens you just cannot face
Father’s gonna wrap you inside his embrace

So when you feel your life’s in a swirl
Know you’ll always be His precious little girl!

Feeling foolish didn’t change her longing desire to once more bask in the arms of her affectionate mother while she rocked her to sleep, reassuring her that everything in her upside down world would be alright.

Oh mother, if only you could be here to fill this foreboding cavern of loneliness. I am frail and old now and my body is cumbersome. I can no longer witness to others as my speech is now slurred. The oil in my lamp is dissipating and my light is dimming. My inability to witness to those who do not know our Lord, grieves me intensely.

The deep furrows now etched upon her face were a constant reminder of her soulful weariness. Feeling imprisoned to a powerful force of uncontrolled sadness, she queried God, “Where are you really, Lord, and why do you allow such pain and sorrow to continue? Not just for me but for everyone who suffers from the afflictions of this cold and diseased world.

I know you desire that none should perish, but I must confess my bewilderment of allowing the innocent to suffer so. Forgive me my complaint Father, but in my confessions, I also feel abandoned by you in my deepest times of sorrow. I am unable to see you, feel you or even hear you as I did with my mother.”

“My child, I am here with you now and have washed away every tear you have shed. I have healed your wounded heart and it will ache no more. You have been a good and faithful servant.”

She now felt herself bathed in an indescribable luminescence of warmth as she felt the reality of being cradled in the arms of her Heavenly Father, her mother had so long ago reassured her of.

When the staff at Golden Years Care Center discovered that Miss Pearl had gone home to supp with the King, they’re hearts rejoiced and were glad.

Yes, they would deeply miss this devoted sister in the Lord, but only for a time. They too anticipated that day when they would all be reunited in God’s great timing.


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Jan Ackerson 02/25/10
Love the altered lullaby! I'll have to remember that one for my grandbaby.

I'd have liked a few more uses of Miss Pearl's name--in a few of the middle paragraphs, there were quite a few "she"s and "her"s and I lost track of when you were refering to Miss Pearl and when you meant her mother.

Be careful of using "they're" for "their".

This was precious and peaceful.
Donna Wolther02/27/10
I especially liked these lines:
I am frail and old now and my body is cumbersome. I can no longer witness to others as my speech is now slurred.

My father is in his seventies and it made me think of how I imagine he feels often now. It makes me sad sometimes.

Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/28/10
What a beautiful rendition of the song. I did notice you used they're when I think you meant their. Those can be tricky sometimes, I also noticed a missing quotation mark, but that is stuff that can be easily fixed and doesn't distract from the tribute to a wonderful mother.
Gina Fifo03/02/10
What a loving tribute to your mother. Very nicely done. You won't be a beginner for long.
Maryknoll Claveria Santos03/04/10
Your piece is carefully, wonderfully, fearfully written with a message pointing to our Master, Almighty Father, and King. Our God keeps (us) in "perfect peace whose mind is stayed" on Him. (Isaiah 26:3) God bless you for your love and reverence to God in all your writing. The Holy Spirit is our Guide and Wisdom in how He wants to use His cleansed vessels in Christ Jesus--with His gift of words, so precious, for His honour in our writing. I pray that when we move up to higher rungs of "success" in our writing, may we not lose track, but stayed on Him in Truth. Enjoy the pleasure of writing God has given you! Psalm 2:11. Maryknoll
Marilyn Schnepp 03/05/10
I loved this entry! A Writer that can touch the heart of a reader with emotion of either tears or laughter (In my opinion) is a writer definitely on her way UP, Up, Up. This story struck home with me, as I am wrinkled and gray and yet I still miss my mother and have some of the same thoughts and questions you have, "Where are you, Lord?" Great job and written well...with just a few little errors that editing could help. Kudos!!!
04/29/10
Good! And right on the topic. How many times have we wondered, "Where are you, Lord"?...I agree with those who commented that "you won't be a BEGINNER long."...Keep writing. Keep a goal before your mental eyes. I know you will. I read your profile...Helen


   
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