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TITLE: Grace Matters on Promise Street | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jennifer Hill
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Hope smiled into the camera, eyes shining as she began to speak. “I arrived early to help out with breakfast and before I could even make it pass the doors, I smelled warm cinnamon and bacon. In the kitchen I found a group of men throwing breakfast together for everyone. They simply smiled and said they had a men’s breakfast every Saturday at their church. But, from now on they were coming down here bright and early on Thursday mornings, before work to serve.”
“Thank you Hope,” Before Grace could continue Hope did.
“That was only the beginning Ms. Matters. Around nine o’clock this morning from that same church a ladies group showed up with piles and piles of blankets. Some handmade, some store bought, but all of them new! They then warned us that the youth group would be over soon to work on our building. By eleven, walls were being painted and repairs were being made. They were soon followed by another group of women, calling themselves ‘Grannies for the King.’ They arrived with homemade soups and sandwiches to feed the teens and the whole shelter.” As Hope told the events of the day, tears formed begging to spill over.
“Thank you, Hope. Tonight I also have a Mrs. Lovewell with me.” The woman came over to Grace. Grace began to feel some excitement herself as she continued the story.
“Please call me Joy. I’ve been at the shelter for some time now. My husband died a few months ago. I couldn’t make rent on my own, but the Promise Inn welcomed me, even though they were in desperate need themselves.” As Joy went on her smile grew, “But today, today God has sent an amazing group of people to turn Promise Inn, into just that, a promise. I honestly haven’t seen anything like it before. These people were just on fire to give, to help and to serve.”
“It does sound amazing, Joy.” Grace turned slightly, looking into the camera as she welcomed another eye witness, “Can you please share with us, what you experienced?”
A shy, school age girl, wearing what had to be a brand new dress with glittery shoes, came into view. She had her head down as she joined Grace on air. Grace knelt down, putting her free arm around the orphan.
“Honey, do you still want to share what happened today?”
The little girl nodded, she looked up from her sparkly shoes. Her face was pale and thin. She began to smile as though she had just remembered something wonderful.
“I was there when all the new toys came. It was like Christmas only it’s the middle of summer, so it can’t be. Then a truck arrived with new clothes too. But best of all I made new friends. Her name is Faith, she and her husband want to bring me home with them. They have four kids already, but they want me to live with them too!”
“I’m so happy for you Charity.” As Grace gave her a hug, she herself felt tears in her eyes. As she stood up, the couple just mentioned joined the little girl.
“This is Angelo and Faith Appears, they were delivering new computers and setting them up when they met Charity. Can one of you please share what you think led to this outbreak of kindness?”
“Our church as a whole decided it was about time we started living how God intended us to. This isn’t just kindness, it is a commitment of God’s love pouring out onto those who need it.”
It was Faith’s answer, which moved Grace, made her want to not just hear about this outbreak of love, but really feel it. Know it. Live it.
Grace ended her segment and turned to Hope, Joy and Faith.
“Please share this love with me.”
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I suggest you include a little more of the struggle, so the reader can enjoy the joy of the outcome better.
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