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

TITLE: Love Abundant
By Sarah Canaday Heckman
06/09/06


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Hugs. Tears. Quiet looks. More hugs. Pity, sympathy, and well-meaning words surrounded me in the weeks leading up to and following the most devastating event of my life. My son passed away after only two-and-a-half precious months. My heart lay broken into a million tiny shards, and all I could do was stare numbly at the pieces.
And then I saw God moving. In the hugs that I had no energy to accept, through the line of cars that stretched a mile long en route to the tiny grave. He moved. I didn’t see Him at first. I was hurt, disappointed, and even a bit angry. Obvious blessings poured in, yet I could not see them.
Day after day we opened cards and letters filled with words of consolation and reassurance. Hundreds of cards promised “God is carrying you” or “This, too, shall pass.” They were all similar, and I found myself hardly reading the kind poems and bible verses. Until I picked one in a simple white envelope. Inside was a card filled with messages from the doctors and nurses who cared for our son while he was sick. They spoke of the amazing gift that he had been to their lives, to their hearts. He had changed them, made them feel God’s love. I began re-reading the cards. Stories of rebirth in Christ, new-found appreciation for blessings, and miraculous healings of the hearts and souls of parents who have lost their children filled the previously meaningless greeting cards. My child, in his few short months, touched more lives than most of us do in an entire lifetime. He had given hope, smiled joy, and loved innocently.
Slowly I began to see God in those dark days. He waited patiently for me to notice Him, continuously sending me messages of His amazing love. Abundant blessings everywhere.
When I needed it the most, God comforted. He knew I could not feel His arms directly—I had grown weary of arms. When I needed Him the most, He was there. Quietly waiting, He was there. When I needed a hand putting the pieces back together, He was there. Dustpan-wielding friends took me to lunch, called to say hello, and listened to my many stories. And when I needed to feel His love surrounding me more fervently than ever, He showed up in the inspired words from family, friends, and strangers. God knew that I was not willing to listen to Him—I described it as “God and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms right now.” He sent His people to shower me with His love—a love strong, a love sincere, a love abundant.


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Patricia Trimarchi06/16/06
This is incredibly beautiful and well presented. Such an honest expression of grief and strong portrayal of just what God will do with it...Thankyou so much for this well written piece.
Amy Nicholson06/16/06
This was a wonderful piece! If you break the text up into more paragraphs, it might be easier to read. Nicely done!
George Parler 06/16/06
I agree. Line spacing would greatly increase the flow of this beautiful account. Nice work.
Marilee Alvey06/16/06
Thank you for writing this piece. This little life can still minister, through you. Thank you for your honesty: God and I aren't exactly on speaking terms now. Perhaps it's not "correct" in Christian circles, yet, it's raw and truthful. Thank you.
Helen Paynter06/21/06
Excellent piece - one of my favourites. Well done.
Lynda Schultz 06/21/06
A moving and honest tribute. Well done.