Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Cross (as in the Cross of Christ) (08/17/06)
TITLE: His eye is on the sparrow...
By Karen Ward
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Kayla’s smile fell. “Are you dead?” She gently cradled the bird in her hands and touched it’s beak with her nose.
“Maybe Mama can help you!”
Breathless, Kayla ran into the kitchen “Mama! Mama! Is it dead? Can we save it?”
Mama’s eyes were gentle, her smile warm. “It’s alive darling. We’ll keep it warm and give it some milk and bread. By tomorrow we’ll know if he’ll make it.”
Kayla took the bird to her room and frowned as she spoke to her doll. “Sorry Miss Polly, but Sparky sparrow is sick and he needs your bed. I hope he’s going to be OK. You can have your bed back as soon as he’s better.” She took the doll out, gently placed the sparrow in, and took it to a warm spot by the fire.
Mama brought in the milk. “Remember what pastor said about God and the sparrows today Kayla? Jesus loves this little sparrow too, he might help it to live, and if he doesn’t, then we know it will be with him in Heaven.”
Kayla’s smile returned. Mama was right. Jesus would look after Sparky sparrow.
“I knew Jesus would help Sparky be OK!” Kayla watched the bird fly away with delight. As he flew out of sight, her shoulders slumped briefly, then she turned and smiled. “Mama, I’m going to put some bread out for Sparky tomorrow, so he’ll come back and visit!”
Each night before sunset, Kayla fed the birds in her front yard ever watchful for some sign of Sparky. Each night, she dragged back through the kitchen, shoulders slumped, head down. One night, Mama pulled her close in a hug.
“Kayla my love, sometimes you have to set things free and accept that you might never know what happens to them. It doesn’t mean that you can’t still love Sparky and think about him. You can even pray for him. But he may not come back. There’s nothing you can do about that.”
Kayla pulled her worn jacket over her head and coughed until she could hardly breathe. Trails of rain and mascara trickled down her face as she watched a young woman kiss a man in a suit and walk away smiling, her step bouncing with hope and anticipation. She noticed Kayla and quickly looked away.
“Just wait, one day he’ll get sick of you and you’ll end up like me.”
The rain began in earnest. Kayla crawled inside the doorway of an old church building to find shelter. From there she could see a statue of Jesus on a cross.
“Take me now would you? Nobody would care. Every morning I swear off selling myself, and every night I give in again. When I need a fix, nothing else matters. What’s the point?”
Mama’s face came into her mind, and she pushed the image away.
“If you are real God, why would you have died for this?” She gestured to her own fallen form.
With a jolt of shock and recognition, she heard an answer in her heart. “I didn’t.”
“I died for the little girl who saved Sparky, but like him, as soon as you found your own wings were working, you flew away with no thought of returning. I never stopped loving you. You are mine. Walk with me and we’ll find your life again. There’s a man coming who will help you. Trust him.”
No sooner had this thought ended, than she heard footsteps behind her. She started, and her hands suddenly fought to pull her mini skirt towards her knees.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
She turned to see a young man. His hair was bleached blond, he wore jeans and a brown leather jacket, but once she looked into his eyes, they were all she could see. They were a common grey, but the astonishing thing about them was that she could tell that he saw her.
For years, the men who had come to her rooms had looked through her, and respectable people had looked away from her, but this man looked at her. She saw no judgement, just love. Not the kind of love that her clients had professed, but the kind of love that might, just maybe, have the strength to pull her out of the dismal abyss of her life.
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