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Topic: Write in the ROMANCE genre (04/19/07)
TITLE: The Voice
By Angie Wetmore
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She gasped at the sight of two small children huddled under a tattered overcoat. Their dirt-smeared faces and shabby clothes left no doubt they were poor, yet, she hesitated. Somewhere between the window and the door, Amanda’s reasoning began. “Oh, they’re probably homeless. Looks like they could use some dinner and warming up. The fire’s nice and I have some leftover stew. Still…what if they soil my sofa? What if they eat all I have and ask for more? I only have a little, you know. What if… What if…what if…”
Overwhelmed by the cacophony of her own thoughts, Amanda paused with her hand on the door handle. Suddenly, a still small Voice broke through, “Open the door.” “What if…” Again, the Voice said, “Open the door.” “Lord?” “Open the door, Amanda.”
The door creaked open just as the children were leaving. Turning around, their moist, hope-filled eyes were immediately drawn to the cozy fire burning across the room. The smell of homemade stew filled their nostrils and their tummies growled for just one small taste. Amanda immediately hustled the children inside with a barrage of questions. “What are you doing out in such a storm?” “Where are your parents?” “How did you get here?” “Why! You’re both soaking wet.” Meeting the questions with silence, the children huddled closer together and communicated only with their eyes. Amanda hung the tattered overcoat next to the hot stone fireplace to dry.
Warm blankets engulfed the children as they nestled on the sofa next to the fire. “Well, if you can’t talk, at least you can get warm. Are you hungry?” Both heads bobbed up and down as Amanda walked over to the pot and dished up two small bowls of stew. “This will warm you up.” Amanda sat back down in her rocker, picked up her book and pretended to read. It wasn’t long before the bowls were empty and the weary travelers were asleep. The rocker swayed back and forth as the fire crackled. “What now, Lord?”
We don’t always know the end of the story, do we? Often the Lord simply says, “Open the door.” It’s up to us to obey. What blessings are missed when we reason our way out of serving? What hunger rages on because of selfishness? Faith is resting in the truth that God knows the end of the story. It’s how we respond to His voice along the journey that makes all the difference.
“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.” Matthew 25:35-36, NIV
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