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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Birth (infancy) (08/20/09)

TITLE: The Choice
By Deana Thomas


When Janey woke up that morning, she felt different. It was a subtle thing, difficult to detect. Still, there was that odd feeling of a presence with her. It wasn’t a physical difference. It was more like a silent knowing.

She sat on the side of the bed, pondering the possibilities.

Maybe it was God. She’d been seeking things about God for several years. She was sure that there was one. Maybe all people from all cultures worshiped the One True God, each in their unique way. Who knew about these things?

Janey rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stood up, stumbling into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror above the sink and laughed at the blurry twenty-one year old staring back at her. Her hair had decided to go its own way, giving a comical look to her pretty face. She pulled the unruly brown curls into a pony tail and went to the kitchen for coffee.

Her mind cleared with each sip of hot creamy coffee. The unfamiliar feeling was present with her.

She didn’t know exactly how to pray. Could God hear her thoughts? Just in case, she decided to say the words aloud.

Janey went into the living room, so as not to wake her boyfriend, Rob.

She prayed, “Dear God.” All of a sudden, she felt ten years old! It’s like writing to Santa Claus, she thought.

Well, here goes. “Dear God,” she whispered, “I feel very strange this morning. Are you there? I don’t know what to do. I can’t afford to live by myself. I don’t want to be with Rob for the rest of my life. I don’t want to live with him anymore. He just wants to smoke pot and work as little as possible. Mom and Dad won’t let me move back home with them. I can’t find a room mate. How do You clue people in on what they should do? And, one more thing: God, do All Roads Lead to Heaven? Amen.”

Janey sat on the couch, waiting for an answer. She looked out the picture window, watching butterflies flit and play with each other. She waited 20 minutes. No answer.

All of a sudden she felt silly. “Like He cares about me,” she thought.

A month later, Janey begin to wonder if that unusual feeling she’d been experiencing might be a new life within her.

She went to the local Pregnancy Clinic. A brochure at the check-in desk was entitled “Early and Late Term Abortions.”

The nurse took her specimen, and told her to come back in a week for the results.

Janey had plenty of time to think about “what ifs”. If she was pregnant, she knew that Rob would be no help.

The entire week, Janey prayed more than she had ever prayed in her life. She didn’t care if she was praying “right”. She poured her heart out to the God that she knew was there, even if she didn’t exactly know Who He was.

There was no answer that she could see.

At the appointed time, Janey returned to the clinic. A confident blonde, slender and professional, introduced herself as Anelle and ushered Janey into her office.

The poster behind Anelle’s desk proclaimed “YOUR BODY. YOUR CHOICE.”

Janey waited to hear the results of one of the hardest tests of her life.

“You are pregnant,” Anelle finally said.

Anelle stared at Janey’s bare left ring finger and asked pointedly, “Are you happy about this?”

The question and its implications focused Janey’s thoughts like lightning.

She felt the weight of her decision hang in the air.

Suddenly, Janey knew the answer to this test with all her being. She would love this child.

A tiny cry startled Janey from her reminiscence.

The baby Janey held was her grandson, 4-month-old Nathan.

How could twenty-six years have gone by so quickly?

It had been a hard, learning road, raising her daughter, Christina, alone. Yet she wasn’t really alone. God had been with her, teaching her step by step.

After Janey left the Clinic that day, she’d found a well read copy of the Bible. Some of the passages that were marked seemed to talk directly to her. As she read, she prayed.

God taught Janey to discern that still small voice that speaks with a quiet knowing. He had shown her the Road that leads to heaven. He had shown her Christ Jesus.

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Joanne Sher 08/31/09
Very engaging - and what a super job with getting into your MC's head.

I was a little taken aback by the flash-forward - though I know that was your intent, it was a bit abrupt. Even just a couple asterisks might be enough to make it better.

Very nicely done.