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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: The Writer's Life (05/13/10)

TITLE: Flitter
By Theresa Santy


Flitter was the caterpillar assigned to work as a digger in the land of Blooming Orchids. Flitter was satisfied, and could have tolerated this sort of life throughout her days on the earth. God loved Flitter just as she was, but longed to see her grow and He tossed her a note tied to a pebble, which thwacked her on the head:

Dear Flitter,

You will become a writer.



“But I don’t know how to write,” said Flitter, as she tried to rub her head with one of her front legs.

Suddenly, Flitter craved food and she devoured every fruit and plant she could reach. She grew larger and larger, and then—out of compulsion—she attached herself to a sturdy branch. While she hung upside down from the limb, her body secreted a liquid which covered her and hardened, swathing her in isolation. Swiftly, and without notice, her original form melted away and she reformed into something new. Flitter clawed her way out of the encasing—and flew.

“I have wings,” said Flitter, dripping with tears of joy. She relished her newly-formed self, and she soared, dove, and circled until her wings were bent from exhaustion. “Lord, what a gift you have given me. These wings are exceptionally impressive!”

Then, another note attached to a pebble thwacked Flitter on the head:

Dear Flitter,

Your assignment is to write the daily greeting in the morning sky in the land of Blooming Orchids.



Flitter could barely contain her joy. All her struggling was behind her—or so she thought—and she now had gorgeous wings, which even if left alone would allow her to contribute more beauty to the world than all her years of digging combined. She embraced her gift from God, and she was ready to share it with everyone.

She woke up while it was still dark and flew to the morning sky. Instinctively she knew that with as little effort as a thought, she could spray inked butterfly dust, shaping the stream with varying patterns of flight. With bursting avidity she sprayed the following greeting, using all the colors of the rainbow:


Flitter’s friends and relatives and many of the critters living in the land of Blooming Orchids congratulated Flitter and thanked her for the lovely greeting. Flitter was proud and tried to fly as high as her ego, but she could not.

Before the next sunrise flitter was in the sky, eager to share her glorious gift. She wrote:


Then, she darted through the land of Blooming Orchids, impatient to receive public recognition for her morning greeting, but there wasn’t any to be found. A third pebble thwacked Flitter on the head:

Dear Flitter,

For whose glory, is your gift?



Flitter’s shoulders sank, or at least the little sections of her thorax which would have been shoulders if God had given them to her—sank.

She prayed unceasingly until the following day. In the morning sky she wrote:

“Good morning, beloved creations of God. Treasure the beauty of today, and behold the glory of our Lord.”

Then, Flitter went about her business, for there was much digging to be done. Her old job of digger had not been reassigned, and had not gone away, even though Flitter was gifted with the new assignment of writer. But Flitter did not complain. She worked tirelessly to finish her digging, leaving plenty of time to pray thoughtfully, deeply, and sincerely before each morning greeting.

On some days, Flitter received compliments and praise for her morning greeting. Whenever this happened, she immediately attributed the glory to God. Many days, Flitter received no comments of any kind. Occasionally, Flitter stumbled upon confusion, self-doubt, and exasperation.

Flitter embraced the glory of her Lord, and with each passing sunrise, Flitter’s writings grew in beauty and significance, though her wings became faded, and worn.

Flitter lived to the age of one hundred and three in butterfly years, which is equivalent to one year in a human life. It is now several generations beyond her passing, and Flitter’s morning greetings have come to be known and respected beyond the land of Blooming Orchids and have been remembered and quoted as far as the land of Thistles and Brush.

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AnneRene' Capp05/20/10
Great, great analogy! This was definitely very creative and fun. Loved the little pebbles God kept throwing at Flitter to get her attention. Sounds like someone I know...ME. This made me smile and lol.
Fern Brown05/20/10
This is precious. The fourth paragraph from the bottom reminds me that we must keep a balance in our lives, even when God blesses us with new endeavors. Great job!
Dusti (Bramlage) Zarse05/21/10
I absolutely loved this! The creativity, the descriptions, the moral--fantastic! I, too, loved the image of rocks pelting Flitter in the head. So cute! And you so adeptly described what happens in the life of writers, how we get some good reviews, start taking all the credit, get bummed when people don't revel in our glory, and forget that it is GOD'S glory we're writing for, not our own. Certainly made me stop and think! Great, great job! Loved it!
Mildred Sheldon05/21/10
I loved the story of Flitter. You did an exceptional job in staying on point. If only we all turned to God and prayed without ceasing what a beautiful place this would be. Good job.
Maria Kana Santos05/25/10
Great analogy! I must pay attention 'real good' whenever God speaks to me...and do it straight away, by His enabling. God always equips a faithful servant. Thanks for your writing, dear fellow writer.
Micheline Murray05/25/10
WOW---This was not only fun to read, but something we all need to be reminded of! Even as we look for the little yellow boxes every week--to whose glory? Great job!
Sharon Laughter05/26/10
Absolutely so sweet and a real delight! Stupendous job!
Karen Macor05/27/10
Congratulations on your First Place. It was a wonderful story with a very good lesson.
Jody Day 05/27/10
Beautiful. Everyone at work is wondering why there are tears in my eyes. Beautiful.
Angela M. Baker-Bridge05/27/10
Very deep messages woven together with grace and beauty. Well done.
Dusti (Bramlage) Zarse05/28/10
I knew this would be a winner. Grat job!
Elizabeth Cain05/29/10
Loved the story! I was a little tripped up by the MC's name, but once she became a butterfly I became attached to her name. I loved the story from beginning to end, and really God's gentle reminder that her skills were for His glory, not hers. Congrats on a well deserved 1st place!
Nancy Sullivan 06/01/10
Easy to see why your piece is an award winner. You set a very high standard for the rest of us. Great job!
Nancy K. Sullivan