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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Singing (10/31/05)

TITLE: Freedom
By
11/06/05


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It was an exceptionally windy day, as Manda sat on her back porch, relaxing with a book. The children were playing in the yard, chasing each other as children do. The book was wonderful, but she found herself marking her page and laying it in her lap. Her eyes needed a break, she glanced around the yard. The trees were dancing in the wind; the sky was bright blue with hardly a cloud in sight. She smiled to herself thinking that there wasn’t a time that she didn’t marvel at the sight of God’s Handiwork.

She could see her son on the play set, he had climbed up to the top and was looking through the scope like a pirate would. She smiled to herself at the sight of her little pirate, sailing the seas, in search of treasure. Her eyes searched the yard for her youngest child, but she couldn’t find her anywhere. It wasn’t really a concern. The yard was fenced in, and Kathryn loved to hide just out of view, involved in conversations with her imaginary playmates.

Manda picked up her book with the intent to start reading again. Then she heard Kathryn off to her right. She smiled at the sound of her little one. Before she even looked she could picture her, twirling and spinning completely free. She was singing her little heart out. She never used actual words, just sounds, notes, it was beautiful. She didn’t have to look to know what she was doing, but she couldn’t help it. She smiled as she quietly got up and leaned over the edge of the porch, to see her little girl.

A vision is what she was. Her dark hair fanned out behind her as she spun in circles. Her face looking up into the heavens, eyes closed and mouth open in song. Manda couldn’t help but smile at this precious child, dressed in her pink sparkly princess dress, along with tennis shoes. Kathryn certainly was one of a kind.

“So are you” a quite voice whispered in her heart.

Her eyes lifted up.
“Father, I know I’m one of kind, created in your image.” She whispered in her heart, her gaze turning back to her daughter. “I just wish I could be that free. It makes me so happy to see her be that free and happy with herself.”

A silent tear started to run down her face. She used to enjoy that kind of freedom, when she was a child. But that was before she grew up, before she worried about what people saw and thought.

“So Father I wonder what you would think of me in that state. Would you smile at the sight like I am at the sight of my daughter?”

An instant peace in Manda, followed by a sudden urgency sent her running off the porch. She reached her daughter, grabbed her hands and started twirling with her. Her head lifted toward the heavens, they spun and sang to their Father as He smiled down on His two free daughters.


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Dan Louise Mann11/07/05
Nicely written. I think this is one of the top 5 for me this week. Kudos!
Carol Adams11/08/05
Nice job in writing this
piece. Freedom is so awesome.
Jan Ackerson 11/08/05
Just lovely.
Karen Rice11/10/05
Beautiful! One of my top 5.