Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Retreat (as in quiet time away) (08/01/05)

TITLE: Plagues
By Theresa Kissinger



I woke up that morning to my twelve year old daughter scratching her head…again. The acute stress response of ‘fight or flight’ took over as I aggressively stripped beds. I went to war against the head lice for the third time.

I had fought a battle against the lice and nits [eggs]. To make matters worse both of my daughters cried to me “Please, mommy don’t cut my hair”. Their hair was long and curly and so thick that brushing their hair had them in tears accusing me of child abuse.

It took two bottles of Rid to get through one little head, and then there were the boys. The oldest had hair like his sisters, so out came the electric clippers and their heads were both shaved.

My adrenaline was pumping and my determination was in overdrive, this would be the end of lice. I decided to “bag” all the stuffed animals…all, no exceptions. This caused an emotional upheaval; with four children we had a zoo. However the ones the children slept with each night were a problem, as I held the beloved possessions up I gave a choice, ‘keep the animal or keep the hair’. Into bags they went. I had washed them twice before and now drastic measures were called for.

We had missed two Sunday services and tomorrow was looking shaky. With the end of school, summer camp and working VBS we had no idea where to place blame. We had to notify the church of course, my mortified daughters however refused to ever return there. It was standard procedure to send letters concerning head lice; we had received one the last week of school. My children decided they would need to change schools rather than go through this again, I almost agreed with them.

With a plan of attack, and another store list I was confident. I descended the stairs with an arm load of bedding bundled into sacks proceeding down the next flight of stairs to the basement. My mind tallying the money it would take to spray the whole house and do every head in it, including grandparents and the dog. I saw the precarious budget begin to falter.

Deep in thought I stepped off the last step and I screamed! I called for my husband who was already running to see what the she-banshee was in an uproar about. He found me standing in ankle deep water holding a mountain of laundry. The image of the faltering budget, like a house of cards, tumbled.

Thankfully he took the laundry out of my hands and suddenly I was tired; the activity of the last month and the on going battle against insects had weakened me. My perspective had plummeted to the basement of my spiritual house. I felt as though we were under a plague. Were we being punished for some unknown infraction?

*“When the enemy comes in like a flood the Spirit of God will lift up a standard against him”, I didn’t understand what that meant? I felt weak and defeated, how different from my outlook earlier that morning. When I heard that the septic system had backed up into our basement I was never more discouraged.

What was bad became worse and all I could see was the work that lay ahead; I was exhausted at the thought of it all. “Well Lord where is Your standard?”

* “In everything give thanks”. I almost laughed out loud, not from humor, more like sarcasm, but I had learned over the years these little Holy Spirit bulletins were memos appropriate for the moment.

I tried to scrape a little of the shattered determination together as I reached for the stereo and inserted the most uplifting and encouraging tape I could find. I turned the volume all the way up and I sat down next to a speaker hoping I could absorb faith from the sound waves. For hours I played that music over and over making myself sing the words to every song, forcing myself to thank Him for everything that came to mind. This was my retreat as hour after hour my gratitude took my focus off of our circumstances and placed it where it needed to be…on Him.

Isaiah 59:19 [NKJV] 1Thessaloanians 5:18 [NKJV]

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 1020 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Debra Brand08/08/05
Lice, yuk! Don't bring back those memories! Very good lesson.
Shirley Thomas08/08/05
I'm afraid I've been there, done that. You expressed it so wonderfully. Thanks for sharing your talent.
Phyllis Inniss08/09/05
Plagues come to remind us of our vulnerability and of our dependence on God. You mastered the telling of it so well that if it were not for the discomfort and anxiety you experienced I would say some more plagues will give us some nice stories. Well done.
Anita Neuman08/09/05
Oh, it makes me itchy just reading about it. But you've done a good job putting this plague into words and reminding us of our need to accept the Spirit's comfort and to persevere.
Shari Armstrong 08/10/05
OUCH! I'm not looking forward to those days - since we have a very curly headed daughter (not sure what our son's hair's going to be like yet -doesn't have enough lol). But, isn't it good to rember that through it all, God is there.
dub W08/11/05
Yeah, we fought it when the kids rode the school bus - after the first bout, we delivered the kids. Good documentary.
Beth Muehlhausen08/13/05
Good job explaining your plight and your willful decision to re-focus on God. Been there with flooding septic tanks - but not the lice (PTL)! Liked this: "My perspective had plummeted to the basement of my spiritual house. I felt as though we were under a plague. Were we being punished for some unknown infraction?"
Debbie OConnor08/26/05
I was a judge for Retreat and I liked this entry very much. It delivered a great message with humor--I could really relate to the "everything is going wrong at the same time" syndrome!