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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Melody (08/24/06)

TITLE: A Melody Set Free
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08/27/06


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A Melody Set Free

“Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are…”

Darkness had become Emma’s life since the accident. The impact had left her permanently blind. The loss of her only child was the greatest burden to bear. Nothing would console her aching heart. No one could help relieve her pain. Not even James, who had sat by her bed through all the weeks of recovery, could comfort her.

True, it was not her fault. Emma had pulled to a stop at the intersection when the lights had changed from amber to red. She could still hear three year old Kate singing her favourite nursery rhyme from her child safety seat in the back of the family car. The truck had come through the red light opposite and swerved to miss a motorcycle. The truck had lost control and veered directly into Emma’s car, slamming it into the car behind. The collision had also crushed her car into a van parked beside her, near the kerb.

There wasn’t much she could remember of the accident itself, except for the melody of her child’s song resounding in her ears. Emma hadn’t even been aware her sweet young daughter had been laid to rest, until she awoke from her coma three weeks later. It had been the same distressing morning that she had discovered she would never again, gaze into the eyes of her beloved husband. Her heart ached so much she thought she would die.

It must have worried James, to see her this way. Even after weeks of counselling and rehabilitation, she never smiled. One Sunday after the sermon, her mother led her to the kitchen area at the back of the church, where coffee was being served. James told Emma he needed to speak to their pastor and it was some time before he returned to take her home.

The following morning James stayed home a little later then usual.

“I’m waiting for a delivery,” he explained to Emma over breakfast.

Emma heard the door bell first and edged her way to the front door, using her cane along the walls to guide her. James came to her side, and with an arm around her waist, he directed her to the front door.

“It’s here. Where do you want us to put it?”

Emma didn’t recognize the cheerful voice. She assumed it was a just a delivery man. James led her to a chair in the lounge room so she would not be in harm’s way. James kissed her briefly, preventing her from asking any questions. “Wait here a moment, honey.”

“This way!” James called.

Emma could hear furniture being dragged across the carpeted floor. Muffled sounds came closer as James gave directions into the room. It was obviously no small package.

Excitement crept into Emma’s emotions. “What is it James? Please tell me.”

A few moments later, James thanked the delivery men and closed the front door.

“James?”

Without answering, James led Emma across the room to a long, flat stool and gently pulled her down to sit beside him. He reached for her hands and placed them gently on the keyboard. Her hands drew back.

“A piano?” Emma was puzzled.

“Play for me?” he asked softly.

“But how can I see what I am playing?”

James helped her adjust the stool so she could comfortably reach the keys. Gently lifting one of her hands, he helped her strike the keys. They both laughed and together they played a melody using two fingers. The words came easily.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are…”

Emma began to cry and hugged her husband closely. She knew he had been conscious of her the pain. It would be the foundation of her healing, a healing of the heart.



Emma continues to play her piano. She is a songwriter and sings at their family church. A new melody echoes in her heart. A melody of God’s grace and love.



[Author of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star: Unknown… Public domain]


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Lynda Schultz 08/31/06
Well done. You had me hooked from he beginning.
Thomas Kittrell08/31/06
This is a beautiful story, keeping the reader eagerly sweeping the eyes to the next sentence. God specializes in helping us to overcome obstacles in our lives, often through a spouse or close friend. This was a delight to read. Thomas
Sara Harricharan 09/01/06
Beautiful! This was very touching :)
Donna Emery09/01/06
this touched my heart. Thank you for sharing it.
Suzanne R09/02/06
Beautiful ... touching ... the storyline was lovely ... great writing. Well done.
Kaye Petts09/03/06
I loved it! I thought the piano was a perfect way for Emma to "see" again. What a wonderful story...thank you for sharing and keep writing. God Bless,Kaye
Joanne Malley09/05/06
Beautifully done, Chrissy. Although some of us lose much, God helps us to gain even more. Blessings. Jo :)
Val Clark09/06/06
Well done, Chrisee. I like the way that the story is circular, returning at the end to an idea from the beginning. It does present a point of view problem but it would have been interesting to connect the conversation James had with the pastor to the arrival of the piano. I assume it is connected, otherwise, if it doesn't add to the story, leave it out. :-) Yeggy
Rebecca Livermore09/06/06
I enjoyed your story! Initially I thought that her husband had died, and then wondered who James was. :) But apparently everyone else got that right off the bat, so that may have just been me! Thanks for ending on a hopeful note. Keep writing!
Ann FitzHenry09/06/06
I liked this story very much. You did a good job of getting the reader's attention.
Joanne Sher 09/07/06
A lovely, heartwrenching and heartwarming story. It also took me a bit to catch on that she was blind - maybe make it clearer higher up in the story? Other than that, I have NO suggestions. Just wonderful!!
Bill Grimes09/07/06
Chrissy,
I was quite intrigued by this story. It stirred memories of a beautiful TV documentary on two autistic children, both blind from birth, and both incredible pianist. I remember well how awestruck I was as I watched their gifts flow through their fingers, creating such lovely music, despite their "physical disadvantages". I believe you have touched upon one of the many miraculous ways God opens so many new doors for us as others sre suddenly closed. Well done, quite heartfelt, and passionate.

Bill
Cynthia Green09/08/06
I loved the surprise piano!
And I really enjoyed reading your story. I realize it's hard to expound and develop character in such a strict word limit, but you've done a good job with your plot. Thanks for sharing!