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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Autumn/Fall (08/27/09)

TITLE: The Artist
By Amanda Septer


Her long legs carried her easily up the hill. The leaves crackled under the pressure of her steps. Following a path she knew well, she pushed her way up through the dense trees. Breaking through to a small clearing, Brina dropped her pack off her back and swung it up onto the bolder that sat just back from the edge of the canyon. Hoisting herself up onto the flat top of the bolder she pulled the notebook from her pack.

Dear Diary,
Two more days and its off to Paris. I can’t wait!! Mom is still saying that I can’t go but I always get what I want. Besides, I’m 18, what’s she going to do. Stephen has planed the whole thing. I love him so much. He is so beautiful, and he’s an artist. I always knew I’d marry an artist. It’s all so romantic. My artist whisking me away from this place.
Stephen & Brina Forever!

Looking out over the canyon Brina breathed in the cool air. As much as she wanted to leave, she knew she would miss the view of the canyon in the fall.


Brina’s legs burned as she waddled up the overgrown path. Her extended abdomen made it difficult to squeeze through the tight spots. Her mother would kill her if she knew she was climbing the canyon seven months pregnant, but even that didn’t stop her progress. It had been a wet fall so far and the cuff of her jeans slapped against her ankles, wet and muddy. Her body was aching by the time she broke through the trees. Trudging through the mud over to the bolder, she knew she would not be able to get on top of it. Catching her breath, Brina leaned with her back up against the bolder. Tipping her head back, she closed her eyes and let the sun warm her face.

“I cannot believe I’m here,” She said, her words carried into the canyon by the wind.

Tears filled her eyes as she felt the baby start to kick. How had everything gone so wrong? They were supposed to travel Europe, making art and making love, but wandering eyes and drunken rages were the blows that broke her heart. The day had been sunny when she found out about the baby, but ended with a storm. The artist she once found cultured and romantic now commanded her to take care of “it” as he stalked out of their miniscule apartment. With no money, no hope, no love, she returned home, broke and broken.

Opening her eyes, Brina stared at the leaves that had already turned orange. The chill in the air was enough to make her pull her black fleece tighter around herself. Stuffing her cold fingers into the pockets she felt it, the note her mother had given her.

Dear Brina,

I know you are hurting and scared. Know that your daddy and I are praying for you and love you very much. It will all be okay.

Psalm 139: 13-14
For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.”


“I don’t feel very wonderful,” Brina said to the lined notebook paper she held. She walked around the side of the bolder to look down into the canyon.

….Wonderful are your works, And my soul knows it well….

The blanket of dense trees were more beautiful than anything Paris had offered her. If God could make this, Brina could just picture him fashioning all the parts of the small life inside her.


Briskly hiking up the path, Brina breathed in deeply. She loved the smell of fall on the canyon, and the way the sun streamed through the colored leaves. Singing birds filled her ears as she shuffled into the clearing. Climbing up onto the bolder, she grabbed her pack and pulled out her notebook.

She’s almost a year old. It has gone so fast. The Lord has blessed me so greatly this year.
….Wonderful are your works, And my soul knows it well….

Gazing out over the canyon, the gold, red and orange trees covered the canyon as beautifully as the stars did the sky at night.

….All the trees of the field will know that I am the Lord…

Brina smiled in the fact that she had finally found her artist.

Reference: NAS
Psalm 139:13-14
Ezekiel 17:24a

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Chelsie May09/03/09
What a wonderful piece on the mercy of God! Very well done.
Sandra Hendrix09/08/09
I love how you carried this story through in time sequence. I thought it clever. I greatly enjoyed it!
Lisa Johnson09/10/09
I really enjoyed this story. I liked the way your MC always came back to the same place of solitude...a good place for seeking and finding God in all of His mercy.