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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Abundance (06/08/06)

TITLE: One Final Thought
By deanne white


One Final Thought

Molly stood tall with her face toward the audience while exhibiting a slight smile she was quite certain could not have been her own. As she wiped away the sweat of her palms against her cotton dress, she allowed the rhythm of her heart to guide her mouth, while angelically caressing the unsuspecting ears of all who listened to her song:

*“When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll….”

Hadn’t that been the most adequate way to label all that had followed this tragic loss.
Molly was sure it was more like a grouping of sorrows rather than just one. They ran ramped against each day, billowing from the depths of their savage destruction. The ruin of what lay in their wake was filled with emptiness and long lonely times.

Momma said, “God knew best,” and Daddy though silent, smiled as he patted her hand.
Watching the two of them bid farewell to the only son they would ever know as their own, seemed far too much for her young mind to have to bear.

After many lonely days, of tears, hurt, and pain, Molly picked up “The Book” that had so many times been her constant comfort and guide. Daddy always said, “When you don’t know what to do, run to the ‘Good Book’, and let it give you direction.” She then thought it lovely how it always seemed to work.

Molly held the worn cover caressing its tattered pages and let it fall open in her lap.
As her eyes fell to the text of Psalm 23, she began to read. The hurt though not gone was graciously soothed. Somehow, it seemed as though “The Balm of Gilead” Himself, had reached down His gentle hand to hold that awesome hurt and replace it with an abundantly, miraculous comfort, and equally unselfish love.

Without warning, the day of the service had crept its way into the lives of a people that had suffered tremendous loss. The minister silently listened as Molly’s Dad thanked all the kind folks for their love and concern during that time. As he took his seat the minister asked for everyone to remain seated for just a moment longer. The minister then announced that Molly, the boy’s sister, would like to end the service with one final thought.

As Molly ended the song that echoed her souls’ truest thoughts that day, the tears that mirrored her own were far too great to number. Molly’s song had whispered its one final thought from ear to ear, and silenced some questioning hearts with an overabundance of comfort and love.

“…..whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well. It is well, with my soul.”

*Song exerpts taken from “It Is Well With My Soul”
Written By: H.G. Spafford

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Valerie Routhieaux06/15/06
Very good. Death is a hard topic to deal with, and even harder for family that is left behind. You did a good job in bringing the depth of emotion into the forefront. I could easily see what you tried to convey. keep writing and sharing.
Patricia Trimarchi06/16/06
Nicely written. Thankyou for a beautiful account of a stong family fully dependent upon the Lord.
Amy Nicholson06/16/06
This was a heart-warming piece, full of the love of family for each other. I would "tighten it up" by sparing a few of the adjectives and adverbs. Nice job!
George Parler 06/16/06
Wonderful story holding back the dark clouds of death. No need for me to critique other areas already mentioned. Good job.