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TRUST JESUS TODAY
This is my first serious submission. Ideally, this is written with kids aged 6-13years in mind.Or anyone with a young spirit in their hearts. Be brutally honest if you must. I welcome any inputs. Thanking you all in advance for your time.
May God inspire us all to write our best!
Peace & blessings,
“Mama, mama! Where are you, mama? Elanore, Elanore? Come everybody; quick, quick!!”
A little red-faced boy of less than eight springs burst through the cottage door. His ebony hair was ruffled, his cheeks were stained and he was slightly out of breath. The little boy nearly crashed into the metal pots and potions bottles before dropping to the ground almost immediately. He looked quite exhausted. Then before long, Elanore and I looked up from our tasks to see the little boy was now jumping up and down, trying his best to get our attention. He was quite clearly agitated over something. He then ran into my arms,and hugged me fiercely. His tears streaked down his face, and he began sobbing louder and louder. He hid his face among the ruffles of my skirt. What a silly little boy! I thought fondly, my precious little angel, Zara…
But, this was not like his usual self. He was a bundle of nerves. Did he encountered any horrors when he was playing in the woods? I tried not to diplay my fears. I smiled at my baby and said,
“Zara, what’s wrong baby? Tell mama, come now ssshhh… come, come take a deep breath, Zara. Ssshh…”
Elanore came up to me with a mug of a fragrant brew, and pushed it into my baby’s hands. I tried to soothe and calm his sobbings, massaged his arms and pulled him closer in a cuddle and embrace. Such a darling boy! I smoothed down his dark curls, and gently pushed him onto sitting a stool. I smiled encouragingly and waited for my little boy to calm down. He stopped sobbing and rubbed his tears away. His eyes were red and puffy. As he began to drink his brew, his nose wrinkled in disgust. I smiled, it was funny to see how lavender and chamomile brew can be wonderful to everyone but Zara. Elanore probably added some other bitter herbs when she brewed the potions yesterday. It was nearly time for our annual walk-about. Time to make the family visit to see beloved Padre. How I missed Him!
Suddenly, my little boy stood up from his sitting-stool and began to talk. His indigo eyes twinkled and flashed with intelligence and mischief. This broke my reverie. I cringed, and uttered a silent prayer to Padre. Hopefully, it was not some trouble that Zara has got himself into; like last time with the Sisters. I dreaded every thought that Zara should ever caused them annoyance and anger again. I do hope to be in their good books for once. It seemed impossible somehow to achieve this. The Sisters have never given their approval to raise Zara alone. I feared they would never , ever forgive me. I realized the responsibilities of a single mama is too heavy to carry alone. Luckily for me, I have Elanore. Honest, loving and humble Elanore. I would not have lived until today if it were not for her. I owed her my life. I owed her my all. There wasn’t anyone else who deserved my deepest care and concern except for Padre, his Son, Josh and Elanore. I owed these people my very being and essence! And I loved them all with my soul…
Yours in service till eternite,
Little Mama Dios ;)
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