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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Black (10/15/09)

TITLE: God's Handiwork
By SherylAnn Heinicka


God’s Handiwork

The sun is setting as I drive across the Prairie, painting the western horizon with bright shades of pink, orange, purple, and gray. The sunset is always so much more brilliant when the sun plays peak-a-boo behind the clouds, the colors reflecting behind the silver lining of the white billows. A flock of Sandhill Cranes gracefully glide by. I cannot hear their plaintive call, but I know they are making their presence known to all below. This peaceful scene helps me relax as I drive home after a busy day at work.

As I approach my road, facing east this time, I see the large, orange moon, hanging low in the sky. It is a Harvest Moon, casting shadows on the ground of the huge Century Oak trees with their waving Spanish moss, lining the road. I roll my window down a little and feel the cool autumn breeze, such a relief from the heavy, humid air which has been filling our days till now. My heart lightens as I contemplate such beautiful scenery; the way God has painted the skies with His handiwork.

As I arrive home, I get out and walk to the back porch, looking again to the Western sky. The sun is gone now, only a faint glow on the low horizon. I see the first star of the evening in a dark cerulean sky, just faintly twinkling and winking at me. First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might… I smile at the childhood memories that flood me; memories of a much simpler time and place. Memories of the innocence of childhood - playing kick the can, tag, and hid-and-seek in the twilight hour, just as twilight ebbs. Laughter, shouts of joy, and sweaty little bodies, ready to be called in to settle for the night. Memories of my childhood and the joy of watching my own children play their games when they were young. I sigh and open the back door. My two dogs greet me with wagging tails and black eyes, so happy and eager to have my attention once again. They bump into me, wanting a pat on the head.

I walk into the house, depositing my purse and lunch bag on the kitchen counter. The huge windows glow with a navy blue light which is so deep and pure, that I can’t help but sit and stare. I do not turn on the lights, wanting to take in this beautiful site. I am so attuned to God’s nature this evening that I do not want to give up the peace of it all. I see more stars as I gaze into the Heavens, shining like small gold and silver diamonds, waiting to help light the ground with the light that belongs to the night.

I take a blanket out to the back yard and lay down on the hill to look straight up into the now black night. I think back to a time years ago, in my youth. My heart was black, and I was having trouble believing in God. I doubted my childhood faith, the faith of my parents. We had moved to New Jersey in the winter, far away from my friends in Florida. The youth group at my new church went on retreat in January. The air was brisk with the cold, and we lye out on blankets, under the star filled night. I looked up then, as I do now, and felt almost dizzy as I looked through the stars, layer upon layer of them, as far as my eye could see. I thought about God, and felt that He was near to me. He spoke to my heart with His Holy Spirit through that gentle night sky, and my whole body warmed with the knowledge of Him. He told me He loved me, with the purest love there will ever be; that He had never left me, and that He would never leave me for all of eternity. My heart opened, the black dissipated, and I was filled with His love and acceptance. First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might… be so filled with the Spirit of Love that it radiates like tonight’s diamond-like stars, twinkling for all the world to see.

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Yvonne Blake 10/26/09
Beautiful descriptions! A little more action or conflict would be a good contrast against the peaceful night sky. Keep up the good writing.
Ruth Brown10/27/09
Wonderful musings. Good descriptions. God's creation is trily amazing.Well done.
Ruth Brown10/27/09
So sorry, Truly amazing!
Jan Ackerson 10/28/09
Beautiful descriptions!

I agree with Yvonne...this was almost TOO much description, though. Add some characters, some dialogue, or even just some additional actions to really reel in your readers.

Your writing ability is first rate.