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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Make Hay While the Sun Shines" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (03/06/08)

TITLE: Hole to Whole
By Debbie Wistrom


My family story is a bit different than most. My parents left me. Ponder that for a moment. There is a gap in my life of sixteen years because they moved to Germany and stayed much longer than originally planned. This left a huge hole in my life that I didn’t see until much later.

At twenty-two and still a new bride, I was alone. Sure, there was a husband but he wasn’t able to see the hole. There would be no saving those proverbial nine stitches. You have to be able to see the hole in order to fill it, right? The marriage was over. Being on my own was tough but fun. I discovered independence. The birds in the bush were more exciting and promising than the one I had married. I attempted to fill the hole with the high life.

In the big city, small town girl thought she could run with the big dogs. Here is where hindsight comes in handy, regrettably too late. I should have known that this time should be should be spent crawling, discovering who this toddler really was. I lacked the tools, so the hole remained vacant.

No, I had to learn the hard way that all the glitters is not, well, you know, you can’t tell a young person anything. They get an idea in their head and there is no shaking it. Next, what appeared as white knight was a master manipulator who saw me as a pawn. Watch your step the hole just got deeper.

I became a poster child for not paying attention to the company one keeps. My new friends opened my eyes to the world. Words that once made me cringe now rolled off my tongue with the skill of a sailor. At this point, I was glad my parents weren’t around to witness my demise. It was fun carousing and carrying on. By all rights, I should be dead many times over from varied circumstances but I was having a ball. Did someone say something about a hole?

In the middle of all that, another marriage occurred. As a weak attempt to fill the hole, I chose another spouse that could not fill the cavernous hole. Maybe if we fill it with enough alcohol we can be happy. Alcohol was there at the beginning, in the middle and certainly at the end and there was no reason to cry over spilt brandy milk punch. Divorce number two came and went as easily as the first. Now I had a mud hole.

Each time I chose an undesirable companion, it was as if I were cutting off my nose in spite. This one will be better than the last and so on. I allowed all sorts of influences into my life that make me shudder to this day. What was I telling the world “bring it on, I can take it, live and let live?” Was I trying to hurt myself so the emptiness would have company?

I will never understand why I wasn’t able to see past actions into the real lives of those I surrounded myself with. Those were scary times, in reflection; I should have seen the loudness of their actions instead of letting words impress me.

Those sixteen years passed quickly. The clouds of my past roll across the horizon and silver lined versions gradually replace them. My parents returned eight years ago and life is good. I am a daughter again. I have more accountability now. We take full advantage of our time together. There are holidays to plan, meals to prepare. Quilts classes to attend and travels to undertake. While it is unspoken, we have agreed to make up for lost time, to make the most of what we have now. Like finding the newest coffee shop, we keep busy trying to pack it all in. We know that our time is not our own.

This latest season in my life is full. I found a new husband who gets an occasional glimpse at my emptiness and throws in a shovelful of love. In addition to love, this marriage has also brought about a deep struggle within me. While the self-destructive actions of my youth are thankfully gone, depression took its place. During this time, Jesus overcame. I would say He finally found me, but my friend Hindsight reminds me that Jesus was there all along. His shovelfuls of love are now filling my whole.

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K. J. Cash03/14/08
Mentioning past themes is a great way to tie up the quarter! I'm glad you're making hay while the sun shines now. I'm glad for the healing in this life!
Marilyn Schnepp 03/15/08
This story, if I didn't know better, could have been written by me; with the exception that my parents didn't leave me - I left them! I understand this writer's thoughts, feelings, regrets, and the peace of finding a loving Savior that was there all the time - waiting in the wings...just hoping I would call. Loved this eye-opening, and I assume non-fictional story of true life. Truth is ALWAYS stranger than fiction. Kudos!
Jan Ackerson 03/17/08
Cleverly done by using all of the topics--and a moving testimony, too.
Holly Westefeld03/17/08
Very clever, from the title to weaving all of this quarter's topics in, in order. If I try my hand at that next quarter, just remember that immitation is the most sincere form of flattery. :-)
Patty Wysong03/17/08
What a fun way to give a testimony! It was a fun walk through the quarter.
Lyn Churchyard03/19/08

First of all, you are very courageous for allowing people into your life like this. Secondly, as others have said, it was very clever the way you wove the previous topics of the past quarter into the narration.

I loved the switch in spelling in the last sentence - "His shovelfuls of love are now filling my WHOLE." Well done Debbie, well done!

Sara Harricharan 03/19/08
I admire your transparency, to connect with your reader so deeply by showing yourself. Wow. That takes guts and good writine! You have both! I love how you used the proverbs from each topic this quarter and especially how you went from 'hole to whole'. I'm so glad. Great writing! ^_^
Celeste Ammirata03/24/08
I also like the way you wove the topics from this quarter into your story. It is a sad story, until the end, where Jesus fills her hole with shovefuls of love. Great writing!