Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Join Faith
Writers
Forum
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Get Our Daily Devotional             Win A Publishing Package             Detailed Navigation

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

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

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.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

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

TITLE: Morning Musings
By Karie McCaffity
08/30/09


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

The morning was quiet as she settled into the oversized chair with her Bible. The same comfortable routine; breakfast, and an early send off to work for her hubby, some coffee and quiet time before the kids woke up. She tucked the slightly tattered quilt under her curled up legs as the morning chill settled in with her. This had always been her favorite time of year, with hay rides, pumpkin pies, the start of school, and the turning of leaves. There was a gentle rain this morning, more like a mist, softening the trees on the hills behind the house.

Today being the first day of school, she closed her eyes and recalled the smell of chalk dust, newly sharpened pencils, and cloak closets. She thought of jungle gyms and spelling bees, science projects and swim meets. A smile played across her features as she thought of her three excited youngsters thundering down the stairs for the First Day of School Waffle Extravaganza. It was the only way her youngest could be separated from his brother on big brother’s first day of Kindergarten. Who would have thought that her plan to distract would turn into a family tradition?

She opened her eyes to the sound of a low whine. Heidi had awakened and was looking for company. She leaned over and scooped the mini dachshund up and tucked her into her corner of the quilt. The black and tan terror had faded with time and was no longer able to jump up into the chair. Gone were the days of chewed up teddy bears and shoes, instead, she curled up and went back to sleep quickly. She had spent many days waiting for the clock to strike three, pacing at the back door waiting for her kids to come home from school. After a jumping, barking, and racing around greeting, she would wait again for the snacks and homework to end, so she could coax one of the three to throw her favorite ball for a while. She was the epitome of patience as she would lay with one of the trio when they were sick, or allow the girls to dress her in doll clothes. Muffled barks from the folds told of a little grey dog dreaming of chasing bunnies.

Today there would be only one young lady coming down those stairs, the baby of the family. She would be headed for afternoon classes at the local college, having just graduated high school this summer. She still wanted the First Day of School Waffle Extravaganza, she said, just in case Heidi was going to miss her. She had decided yesterday after a phone call with her oldest brother. He had told her that life was short and to eat all of Mom’s homemade waffles she could get. A wise young man he is.

All the “youngsters” would come home this weekend for the birthday celebration. She made a mental note to find the building blocks in the attic. Her boys had spent many hours on the porch building cities and forts. She now had a grandson big enough to build new skyscrapers, and he could start this Saturday. His proud parents were bringing a DVD of some of his antics along with the one they made from the 35 mm slides of Dad for his 50th birthday. The smiles in Little John’s eyes are like spring. He has his grandpa’s blue eyes and lopsided grin. Yes, he and grandpa are the best of buddies. They would probably build those blocks cities together just like his Grandpa had with his daddy and Uncle Jim.

She settled into the quilt a little deeper and sipped her coffee. Through the picture window, she could see the first fingers of sunlight reaching through the trees. With the days being less hurried, she did spend more time reminiscing; however, the gentle dawn was a reminder of the time. She picked up her Bible and opened to Ecclesiastes 3.”To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.” Yes, she thought, this is the harvest time of many years of planting and tilling. She thanked God for her loving husband and family, and in that moment, autumn became the new favorite season of her life.


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 405 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Dolores Stohler09/03/09
This story has a very special charm, so warm and cozy. I felt as though I were there, seeing the dogs and the children and experiencing autumn anew. Many creative lines as well. Very well done.
Sunny Loomis 09/08/09
Very well told. Sweet story. Good descriptions. I can almost smell the waffles.
Colin Nielsen 09/09/09
Very good writing. I loved your use of description on almost every sentence. Fits the piece perfectly. When writing about something, relevant details are super important.You've nailed that aspect.
Laury Hubrich 09/09/09
I loved being a part of this woman's musings. Great job and I love the waffle tradition.
Colin Swann09/09/09
A charming story with a lovely sweet mood to it. Thanks for sharing. Colin
Sherrie Coronas09/09/09
What a great first entry! You're a very good writer and I enjoyed reading this story. I, too, marvel at how "traditions" came be so accidental. Great job.
Karlene Jacobsen 09/09/09
Ok, so I'm a romantic. Coffee in hand, morning sun streaming in, dog sleeping in my lap, quilt wrapped around me, all we need is the crackling fire. NIce work.
Mariane Holbrook09/10/09
What a great piece of writing. You'll place high with this one! Kudos!