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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Beautiful (11/07/05)

TITLE: Feet in action
By Karen Ward


Twisted arthritic fingers grasped the wooden spoon.

Keep stirring, that’s it. Oh Lord, touch the hearts of the young men that eat these biscuits. Let them hear the words that are spoken to them during Kairos. Let them feel the love being poured into them. Save them Lord. Who knows why they took the paths that led them to jail? Only You. And only You know which of them are ready to hear your word now and be forgiven. Heal and restore Lord. Heal and restore.

Neatly in rows, Pru balled the biscuit dough, her prayers never ceasing. Lovingly she sorted them into bags of ten homemade biscuits. Each inmate would receive a bag during the days that they were hearing about the love of God.


After checking that the handbrake was on, and turning the engine off, Ellen slumped in her seat. Her head was throbbing, her stomach was churning and she’d had a fever for four long days. Even knowing she shouldn’t drive, she’d convinced herself that the drive to her doctor was short enough to be safe. It was only a block away, but she couldn’t walk it, sick as she was. The doctor wasn’t much help, but at least she’d made it there and back without mishap.

The toddler in his seat started to wriggle and complain. Ellen spoke softly to him and somewhere found the strength to get out of the car and rescue him. She pointed him to the front door and let him walk.

What’s that? Groceries? Somebody left me groceries?

She spotted a frozen pizza, milk, fruit, and chips. A gasp escaped her lips, and a lone tear trickled down her flushed cheek.

I wonder who it could have been? Milk. Frozen Pizza. Someone who understands what it’s like to be sick and have a family to take care of...


Violet’s eyes fluttered open. She looked at the curtains, remembering the day that she and Joe had hung them. He was never much of a handy man, but he liked to think he was. She encouraged him with projects like the curtains that really couldn’t go wrong. She chuckled, then choked back a sob. It was on this day last year that Violet had found him slumped over in his armchair. At least it had been quick for him. Heart attack. Instant death. None of that lingering on for her Joe, she was glad about that. Oh how she missed him though. With all of their children scattered across the globe, she missed his company desperately. No one to talk to. No one to pray with every morning.

Violet was not often given to self pity. She was well known in her church for her busy hands and her big heart. Today was one of the tough days.

Good thing that little girl is coming for me early. Shouldn’t call her a little girl I suppose. Not when she has children of her own. She seems so young to me though. Anyway, I’m glad she’s coming. It will be nice to have some company today to keep me distracted. Once we’ve visited Joe’s grave, she said we’d go to the nursery and have a coffee while the little ones play in the playground. She’s such a sweet mother that one. Sweet little girls too, and so pretty. They remind me of my own. That’s probably why I enjoy them so much.

She chuckled to herself again as she carefully dropped her legs over the edge of the bed and hoisted herself up.

Time to get moving if I’m going to be ready. This old body doesn’t go fast like it used to. Joe, I can’t wait to get my new body like you. I wouldn’t mind if He’d take me right now if it meant I could be with you again. Still, I guess He has His reasons. I am glad that little girl is coming today…


"How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?
And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!" Romans 10:14-15 NIV

Inspired by: Isaiah 52:7, Romans 10:14, 15, James 2:14-18, 1Tim 5:3, Hebrews13:3

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B Brenton11/15/05
This is nicely written. But it's missing something. It just left me lost at the end.
I expected it to be all wrapped up but it left me hanging.
It's obvious you've captured the woman in question and the atmosphere perfectly... it just needs a one line conclusion here.
Julianne Jones11/18/05
... beautiful ...

K2 - no other words can describe what you've achieved here. Well written and powerful. A stirring call to live out our faith in pratical ways every day.

... truly beautiful ...
Val Clark11/18/05
Yes, each person you describe is beautiful uniquely because they bring the Good News in word and deed! Very encouraging entry. Yeggy
Dan Louise Mann11/18/05
Yes! This reminds me of one of my favorite songs of late, the Casting Crowns song "If We Are The Body." Your story put faces to that song. Thanks!
Shari Armstrong 11/18/05
Wonderful - I can't think of anything else to say.
Phyllis Inniss11/19/05
The love of God came through in each person's narration, but I too thought there was going to be a tying together of all of them.
Anita Neuman11/19/05
Karen - these little snippets of three women's lives were each well-written. So much depth and emotion in so few words. Great job!
terri tiffany11/20/05
Each scene was beautifully written!I did think that the final verse tied it all together...:) Very nice!
Amy Michelle Wiley 11/20/05
This was indeed beautiful. Well done!
Suzanne R11/23/05
I agree with everyone else - excellent work! I love the title and the way it ties in with the verse at the end. I sense something kind of autobiographical in there too, eh??! WELL DONE!