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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Blue (10/08/09)

TITLE: Those Who Wait Upon the Lord...
By Lisa Harris


Picking up her Bible while watching the sunset fade behind the lake, Marcy turned to the scripture about God giving you the ‘desires of your heart’…in the stillness of the moment she pondered on those words. Does God really give you the desires of your heart? Marcy was unsure as she was still single at thirty. Whenever she thought of this, she became overwhelmingly blue…in fact; she thought her name should be Marcy Blue. One of her friends suggested she may need to get new desires, but, Marcy mused…what if God didn’t want those for her either. Then what?


Across the lake was a young man, about thirty-two, with reddish brown hair and tender hazel eyes. He too had gathered his Bible with a steaming cup of coffee and headed out to the deck to watch the sun make its slow descent.

“Lord,” he prayed, “I’ve tried being patient and wait on your best for me, but I’m lonely…could you hurry up with my bride…..please?”

Matthew opened his Bible and read about God giving you the ‘desires of your heart’ and he held onto these words.

After a while, Matthew went back inside picking up his drawing pad and flipped to the last page to gaze at his sketch. Smiling, he took in the strawberry blonde hair all wispy and wind-blown, her vibrant green-eyes and creamy skin that was dotted with just a few well placed freckles. She was lovely, fiery and his ‘dream girl.’

Matthew looked up towards heaven and said, “Okay God, here she is on paper, where is she for real?”


Marcy woke up late and groaned. Yanking covers off, she jumped up wincing as her bare feet hit the cold floors. Flinging on her hot pink bathrobe she turned on her shower waiting for the steam. Later, putting on mascara and dabbing on lip gloss, Marcy left for her job in town. Social work was rewarding, but on the same hand it certainly pulled at your heart-strings. Just like today, she needed to meet with a new staff attorney to help her with a gut-wrenching case.

Turning into the parking lot she noticed that someone had pulled into her spot, and it had started to rain. After a few minutes of circling the lot, Marcy finally found one on the far end—of course, nowhere near the door. She jumped out, forgetting her umbrella and then locking her keys in the car…Marcy moaned in frustration. Sprinting towards the door, her clothes soaked, hair plastered, mascara running and probably late for her meeting.

Trying to open the door with wet hands she managed to slip-in unnoticed until her foot hit the damp floor. Legs flying, arms flailing and BOOM, her bottom and pride hit the floor at the same time! Looking up she stared into the handsome face of…

“Hi,” he said, extending his hand to help her up, “Were the close-up parking spaces all taken? I happened to get the one next to the door.”

Looking at him through wet-yucky hair, her eyes narrowed and a blaze of fire shot out –

“You…you spot stealer, she stuttered, now, I’m a wet mess.” Embarrassed at her outburst Marcy marched off before he could apologize or introduce himself.

Locking herself into the bathroom she managed to fluff-dry her hair, re-do her make-up and stand in front of the hand-dryer until her clothes perked-up. Looking at her watch, she panicked at the fast approaching 9:00 am meeting with the new attorney. Grabbing her papers off her desk, she hurried to his office. Knocking, she entered—shock immediately registered on her face as she looked into the handsome face of the man she’d earlier blasted.

“Good morning,” he said, feeling his chest tightened as he gazed at her face. “I’m sorry for taking what I now know was an assigned space.”

“Hi,” she spoke weakly, “and I’m sorry for losing my temper.”

He stood and walked around his desk offering his hand, “My name is Matthew—Matthew Blue,” as he looked into the face of his ‘dream girl’…fiery and lovely and no longer on paper.

“I’m Marcy,” she said shaking his hand ‘knowing’ that she would never be blue again—or would she?

One year later…

Matthew and Marcy Blue were cooing with their newborn daughter, Bonnie-Bell Blue who was conceived while honeymooning in the Blue Ridge Mountains at the famous Bluebell Farm Bed & Breakfast.

Who says God doesn’t hear the desires of your heart…even the blue ones!

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Beth LaBuff 10/20/09
Ah... :) You took me through a range of emotions with this. Sweet ending! :)
Lollie Hofer10/21/09
Cuteness in all aspects of the story. I have a Christian friend in his mid-thirties who just became engaged last week to a Christian woman in her mid-thirties...first marriage for both of them so I could certainly relate to the timeliness of your story.