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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Red (10/01/09)

TITLE: RED HOT ANGER
By Nicole Van Der Merwe
10/08/09


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Two beautiful little girls were dancing on my front lawn, spraying each other with the hose. The two sisters were happy and full of sunshine as they laughed and played outside on the lawn. I was watching them from my living room window as they frolicked on the green carpet that God had created, just for them. I had prepared a picnic of fresh juice, apples, fluffy popcorn and sausage rolls. This was their favourite. Zubeida was eleven years old and Samantha, her little sister was two.
“Girls, come help me take out the blanket and the little table for your picnic!” I called to them. Sammy came running in first, her face beaming “Mom! Picnic! She exclaimed. Determined she grabbed hold of the blanket three times her size and began dragging it out the door, when her sister came to her rescue. “Sammy let me help you we’ll carry it together.” Outside they spread the blanket on the ground. I followed them carrying a small little side table to put the picnic on. As the girls crouched down on the blanket around the table, I went inside and brought out the long awaited feast. Samantha’s eyes lit up when she saw the popcorn. “POPCORN!” she burst out with joy. I went back inside and watched them happily tucking in to their lunch and chirping like little birds, having fun like children should.

I thought about how they would dance before the Lord and praise Him with their hands lifted high when we played worship music at church. Even little Sammy only two years old would shout praises to God. I was content with the knowledge that we were bringing these two little girls up in the ways of God, not realising that this was all going to come to an abrupt end.

Some months later I was consumed with grief, confusion and RED HOT ANGER.
One day Social Welfare arrived at my door with the grandmother of the two girls. They came to remove the children. Gladys, the granny looked at me as if she had nothing to do with this. I ran to the phone to call my husband, “Come quick! Welfare is here and they want to take the kids” I was trying to choke down the tears and hysteria that was rising up in me. All this time Sammy was sitting on her granny's lap not aware of what was transpiring. Her sister was at school. Ten minutes later when my husband arrived home I told him what had happened. We were both stunned and shocked. The children were gone.

I was angry! Confused! I did not understand how God could let this happen to me. “Why Lord!” I cried. For days, and weeks my tears flowed like a river. I would go to see Zubeida at lunchtime at school and she would cry so hard, it would break my heart. “Mom, when can we come back to live with you again?” she would cry. “Trust in the Lord” I would say not sure if I even had faith. Zubeida would tell me of how her granny would withhold food from the two kids. She was teaching them a lesson, she would tell them. Some weeks later we discovered that Sammy had been taken to a witchdoctor because she was too lively. When we saw her at church we found a once happy, content little girl had become a very sick neglected little zombie. The sparkle was gone.

We found a dead cat in our yard after church one day. In our back yard over the next few weeks we found a goats head and a calf’s head. “This is witchcraft” I cried to God. I was like a bull chasing a red flag that Satan had waved in front of me. “I wish that old woman dead” I cried to God. Month after month I cried and was consumed with anger, thinking I was justified. I was physically ill and weak not able to go through the day.

Suddenly, one day while I was praying, God revealed to me that I needed to forgive and hand over to Him. “Repent” I heard Him say,” You have opened the door to Satan.” With tears streaming down my face I called on His Name, and asked for forgiveness. Instantly I felt relief. Vengeance is Gods. He protects my two little angels. He holds healing in His hands and I trust in Him. God catches all my tears.


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Jan Ackerson 10/11/09
How tragic!

I was unclear why the children were taken away...perhaps some background story would help, and also some clarification as to the setting.

Love the narrator's attitude of praise and humble submission at the end.