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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Music (03/08/07)

TITLE: The Loveliest song
By Karen Petty
03/08/07


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Long cheerful curtains were pinned back from the spacious window. The warm summer sunshine spilled over into my grandmotherís living room. Hers was a heart that loved trees, plants, birds, and just about any growing thing. My grandmother was a different and delightful woman. Even at an early age I remember standing at her knee, in her kitchen, as she peeled potatoes. The wind blew in through the open window above the sink, as we stood, side by side. There were two beautiful sounds that filled my ears, and made me smile. The satisfying sweetness of a robinís song and the friendly whistle of my grandmotherís melodies did not contrast one another. But rather complimented the otherís contented tune creating a radiant symphony. It was the loveliest sound to my ears.

My grandmother was a joyful woman, whose Peace flowed over onto me, just by being with her. She was as hands-on as a person could be, when it came to her grandchildren. We read and played and sang together. Chinese checkers was our favorite game, when it was my turn to have a sleepover at her home. She even let me make a pallet to sleep on at bedtime that took up most of the living room floor, without a word about the giant mess I was making. My grandmother looked at me, while we talked or played as if there were no where else sheíd rather be, than right there with me. She listened to my childhood questions intently and made me feel like I mattered all the time. My heart warmed at the thought of spending time with her.

When she brought me to church with her I felt like one of her prized possessions, as she took me by the hand to my Sunday school class. I didnít even mind that she asked the pastor to let me sing a song during the worship service, whenever I visited. Sitting next to my grandmother, I felt loved and rested inside. And it wasnít just because her purse carried all the mints and hard candies I could eat.

When I think of that music that my grandmother made, as she moved about her home doing laundry, or grading papers, I am stilled. The Peace and Joy of God has been lived out in the flesh, through my grandmotherís life. What better way to learn how to lean on Jesus than to watch the walk of someone who loved me? I hope that I am able to follow her example and offer that kind of Love to my own grandchildren, someday.


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Jacquelyn Horne03/15/07
What lovely memories. What a wonderful lady. I could just see her whistling with the birds. Wonderful piece.
Marilyn Klunder03/15/07
Nice memory piece. I think the last two sentences in the first paragraph should be one sentence broken up with commas or a semi-colon. Your decription of your grandma makes me too long to be that kind of grandma to my grandchildren. Good job!
Mo 03/18/07
Very nice!
Myrna Noyes03/19/07
Beautiful tribute to your grandmother! May we all bring the music of love into the lives of our families! :)
Julie Arduini03/26/07
This is good. I think the start is very strong, descriptive, and captures reader interest. The story is solid and I especially like the line about how you were Grandma's prized possessions at church. Great work!