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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: STIR (11/12/15)
A smallish, grey-haired and almost toothless lady was lying on her well-worn bed. Soon she managed to get up and told me, while opening the window wide, "Let me have a good look at you! Come and visit me again when you return!" With tears misting her eyes, she bade me journey mercies. I nodded and replied, " Please take good care, Mum! I love you!" Instantly, a strong emotion overwhelmed me--it happened last year.


My feeling is greatly stirred up when I recall being carried on her back, climbing the hill slope to reach the only hospital in town. To save money, she avoided the taxi; to act quickly she gave a miss to the hourly land-rover that fetched outpatients to the hospital from its foothill. My tiny heart throbbed as she was pounding relentlessly on the tarmac road,making her way to the hospital on the hilltop. How could she muster all the strength and energy to ferry a hyperactive child to the doctor's? It must the love of a mother for her fourth child. Who looked after my elder brothers and my younger brother ? My dad must be hard at work to sustain the family.


There are few things more beautiful in life than watching two people who simply love each other so deeply. Images of mother and child always inevitably bring back powerful tenacious memory of my mother lifting me up to the hospital. She merely wanted to get me treated for a nasty septic boil, like a reddish volcano about to explode,growing on my back. It unleashed excruciating pain and discomfortable fever. Yet, my fond memory of her love has caused me to banish the unpleasant aspects of my childhood and move forward.

In retrospect, relationships between a mother and a child aren't transactional; she neither strikes bargains or makes deals. Unreservedly, she gives herself to the child. Meeting the child's needs and assuring the kid by her presence are her greatest desires. Incidentally her love gives me a glimpse of the love from above. Without asking anything in return, God graciously gave His Son.


Well, her birthday falls on Christmas Day but she is yet to receive the free gift from the Baby. This year will be her 5th 18th birthday! Please pray with me that she will receive the best Christmas Gift when we gather to celebrate the occasion. Optimistically, my hope is stirred again as I visualise that the tender mercies of Christ wrapping, enclosing and embracing her and refusing to let her go. May this vision bloom into a glorious reality!
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Donna Powers
11/19/15
This was a lovely story. Your love for your mother shines through your words.
Trudy Newell
11/20/15
What a sweet, touching story. I trust your mom will soon come to trust the Lord. Yes, I am praying!

You need to tighten up your writing (I still have a LONG way to go on this!)

In the first paragraph, here is an example of what I'm talking about -

"A small, grey-haired and almost toothless lady lay on her bed...She managed to get up, open the window wide, and smiled at me, 'Let me have a good look at you...'"

Keep those Challenge entries coming. It has taken me a long time to follow this advise!

God bless!
Pat Small
11/23/15
This was a tender story but some of the language seems a little off, not sure exactly the word. And I thought when you used the word "kid" it was not in keeping with the rest of the language.
Jody Day
11/23/15
Quite lovely. Try to avoid passive verbs. 'was pounding' is passive, 'pounded' is stronger. Good job!
Brenda Rice
11/24/15
Your entry is lovely to read and quite touching.

The advice you have been given already I agree with. Keep writing.

The challenges will help you and don't forget the lessons in the forums.