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By Jennifer Champion
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“You know this rock used to be a tree and that’s why they call it Timber Rock.” Cara states this fact knowing I already know the answer.
I nod and lean my head on hers. The sun is just beginning to slide behind the mountain leaving everything with an orange glow.
“If we came up here every day for the rest of our lives, we would see the sun go behind the mountain just like it is doing today. Each day, it may cast a different color on the trees and valley below but it would still go down.” Cara always knows what to say. She is my encourager no matter what I go through.
“What am I going to do?” I ask Cara as my tears flow heavily now onto her shoulder. “What am I going to tell them?”
Cara knows my parents. They are super strict and will never in a million years accept what has happened. They will probably disown me, telling me I have sinned and will go to hell.
“Do you want me to go with you when you tell them? I will.” Cara wipes my tears and gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Let’s go now and get it over with; you shouldn’t delay. It will only make it worse.”
By now, the sun is just a memory behind the cleft of the mountain. The stars are twinkling in the navy sky. All this beauty should be enjoyable but I am too worried to care. Even Cara can’t move me from the rock. She stands up on the rock and leans her head back.
Motionless she stands there just looking at something.
“What are you doing?” I ask but she doesn’t say a word.
I stand up next to her and look up. I don’t see anything except the trees.
“Do you see it?” She asks.
“See what?” I lean my head to and fro but unsure what Cara is trying to show me.
She stretches out her long tan arm and points to a branch. “See that nest; it is on the very tip of that branch. Do you think that bird meant to put it there or was it is a mistake?”
“It’s a bird, Cara. It knows what it’s doing. It put it there on purpose.” I am not sure what any of this has to do with my problem but Cara obviously was trying to make a point.
“There are eggs in that nest I bet; tiny ones that are tossed in the wind each time it blows. Why would a momma bird put her children there? Surely, it was a mistake?” With that, Cara hops off the rock and heads to the car.
“Come on,” she shouts, “Let’s go tell your folks.”
“Cara, I can’t tell them I’m pregnant. They will kill me! They will say I am screwing up my whole life and disown me. They will tell me what a mistake I have made and how they want nothing to do with me or my baby.” The tears are coming hard and fast as I sink down to my knees on the ground.
Cara comes running up and sits in the dirt next to me.
“Look at me.” She says. “Spilt milk is an accident. This baby is not. You are like that nest up there and that momma bird is like God. That little bird knew what she was doing when she put her nest on that floppy limb. It was no mistake just like God putting that sweet child in you. God doesn’t make mistakes! He wasn’t surprised when you got pregnant. Yes, you are not married. Yes, your parents will be angry but you have to realize that God loves you and your baby. Your parentS will come around and if they are as close to God as they claim then they too will realize this is a blessing.”
She never holds back. Cara always has the answer. I know she is right but it’s just so hard to fathom what it is happening to me. Then, I hear the little momma bird above singing her sweet melody. It is confirmation that what Cara said is true.
“Let’s go. I’m ready.” I dust myself off and get in the car to go home.
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