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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Note (02/07/13)

TITLE: A Note Unread By All But One
By Carla Procida
02/14/13


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I read the note a second time and then a third. By then my tears had already begun to fall upon the lilac scented stationery like raindrops on the edge of a perfect storm. The words I knew where born from a dark cloud overhead the writer’s head and then poured out across the paper sea clasped between my trembling hands. Thoughts translated into words, words as dark as despairs’ fragile womb where a stillborn dream laid still.
My tears would forever stain the lilacs that had grown along the crumpled lavender borders. Like the petals of a dying rose, each salty drop that fell from my eyes were pressed between each hopeless line. Yet running parallel to despair, I had heard the subtle plea for help that cried out through well laid out plans.

My tears lingered many years since the first time I read the note, scattered remnants from a world that had turned upside down and shaken violently. Over and over I retraced the words scripted in a familiar hand. Each letter at attention, stiff and straight, not breaking ranks yet in every line seemingly fighting a losing battle. Donned in black, each line as black as a moonless night.

Through the years I have thought about the note a thousand times. The sentences now run together in my mind, all lost in a consuming swell of guilt and shame except for the flailing arms of self pity lifted just above the rising tide. Today the tears still fall, yet now a rainbow never fails to appear in every drop and at the end of each colorful arc lies a treasure more precious than gold. The treasure is the fact that no other eyes will ever see the note other than myself nor will any loved one have to read it besides me. No one will have to wonder where I‘ve gone or if I‘m dead or alive like so many who have found a note like mine.*

*Authors Note:
This story is mine, not fiction in any sense of the word, coming out of heart that has thankfully made it through the storm of storms virtually unscathed yet at the same time forever changed. I addressed the note to my husband who thank God never had to read it although knew of its contents when I went to him with the truth instead of running away from home as I had planned. The glory goes to God and Him alone! It would at the time been easier to run since I caused major catastrophes in my family’s life at that time but God thankfully put a kibosh on my plans. After being prescribed a new medicine to ease the symptoms of my Parkinson’s diesese, the drug affected my brain in such a way causing a compulsive behavior that put my family in debt over $100,000. There was the added threat of losing our home to foreclosure not to mention losing my marriage to a wonderful, understanding, loving man although nearing the end of his patience and who could blame him?

The good news of this story (yes, there is good news) is that God miraculously restored everything! No longer in debt, our home still ours and our marriage more solid than its ever been in the thirty five years. I am so grateful the Lord splashed His covenant rainbow across my most stormiest skies. He (the Lord) brought to life His word, His note to His children when His Holy Spirit penned that He would do “above and beyond all that we can ask or think” and all and only because the Father shed His own tears over another note His wrote to us in Isaiah, “He was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquity“.


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Cheryl Harrison 02/19/13
Thank you for sharing your testimony of God's grace.

This line struck me... "Over and over I retraced the words scripted in a familiar hand. Each letter at attention, stiff and straight, not breaking ranks yet in every line seemingly fighting a losing battle. Donned in black, each line as black as a moonless night."

Such a poignant picture of how we revisit our shame. Isn't it wonderful we can find joy in God's forgiveness. Good job. Keep writing!
Wilma Schlegel 02/21/13
I could smell the lilac stationary,I could feel and smell the storm. This is so vivid. You are very talented.