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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Shopping (03/01/07)

TITLE: One day at a time
By christine bastow


It was early morning and I had awoken to the mouth-watering smell of bacon cooking. As I slid out of bed, my feet touched the cool wood of the floor and I thanked God that I had made it to another day.
I dressed slowly and went into the kitchen where I was greeted by my husbands amazing smile, a good morning kiss and a hot cup of tea.
The guilt of the accident was still lingering in the back of my mind but I pushed it further away.
I had no idea how long I had been sleeping but the pain was still strong.
A knock at the door startled me and in walked my sister Jenny as demanding as ever, telling me that we were going to do some retail therapy.
That was the last thing on my mind, but did I tell you how pushy she can be?
Finishing my cup of tea and not wanting breakfast, I reluctantly dragged myself to Jenny’s car, and slumped into the front passenger seat. Ten minutes later we were in the middle of a shopping mall and I was in a daze walking from shop to shop. Jenny would point out this garment and that bag or shoes, while I responded with nods and semi smiles.
I needed to pull myself together and start to live again, so I said a quick prayer on the inside and within seconds a wise saying came to the forefront of my mind, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”.

But how can I have strength when my friend Beth is in a critical condition in the hospital….

It had been a really hot day, so Beth and I had gone to the beach for a swim. We had enjoyed it so much that we stayed longer than we should in the sun and I ended up with a slight headache. So I asked Beth if she would drive my car so the headache wouldn’t get worse.
We were nearly back to my apartment when a car ran a red light and hit the side of my car where Beth was driving.
Then all I remember was flashing lights, mumbles from ambulance officers, lots of blood, and silence from Beth….. Such silence…. Why wasn’t she talking….why wasn’t she awake…. Then screaming…..as the shock hit…...

It’s now a week later and Beth is still in a coma.

God, why was it Beth and not me?

The thoughts and images are so painful, and it’s like an instant replay in my mind, with no off button.

Jenny’s voice brought me back to the moment, and she was prattling on about how great these earrings would look on me. I looked over to the counter she was pointing too, but another piece of jewellery caught my eye.
It was the most beautiful hair clip I had ever seen. It was gold and imbedded with mother of pearl and diamantes in pale pinks and blues.
Such an exquisite piece and something that Beth would wear.
How odd – It was almost as if she was standing there and had it in her long wavy blonde hair.
A small voice within whispered, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes”. As I thought about this an inner strength began to grow and every second took on a new meaning. Today we would shop for Beth.

Over the next few hours, and after totally surprising Jenny with my new found energy and enthusiasm, we managed to purchase an outfit consisting of a dress, shoes, handbag, hair clip and lipstick to match.
Exhausted, Jenny and I left the shopping mall and began our way home.

Shopping with Jenny had pulled me away from my own guilt and depression, leaving room to focus on Beth instead.

Beth did come out of the coma, getting better one day at a time and sure enough within a couple of months was released from the hospital.
When I gave Beth the hair clip and outfit we had brought her, she gasped.
Then sat down and explained.
When she was in the coma, Jesus had come to her and held out the most beautiful piece of jewellery she had ever seen and this was the exact piece.

PHILIPPIANS 4:13 and Mark 9:23
New King James Version - Copyright 1982

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Jacquelyn Horne03/10/07
Good story here. It was easy to follow all the way through. Nice work.
Tiffany Secula03/11/07
Beautiful story. Great sentiment and the descriptive language puts you right there. Great Job.
Cindy Harlan03/13/07
This is a beautiful, well-written piece. Keep up the good work.
Clyde Blakely03/14/07
A good look into the "guilt" factor. Well written piece. Flows well. I am happy for the ending. If your friend had an different outcome would that guilt factor remain as with so many military veterans? Why should I have survived and not my buddy?
God bless and keep writing.
Donna Powers 03/14/07
I liked this story and enjoyed the ending. A good reminder to follow the leadings of the Spirit. Nice job