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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Work (07/27/06)

TITLE: I Surrender!
By Teresa Collins
07/28/06


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I cried all the tears I could cry.
I was at the end of my rope.
I called everyone I knew.
I had all I could take.
I had been robbed.
I was lost.

I just didn’t understand.
One day the boy’s grandparents came to visit and asked to take them to see an aunt who was about an hour away. They would bring them back in a couple hours. They lived in another state and hadn’t seen the boys in awhile.

The time passed.
One hour…two hours…four hours…six hours…there was no warning and nothing could prepare me for what was going to happen next.

I was confused.
I called their home and as soon as they answered I hung up with disbelief.
The questions were going around and around in my head.
Why were they home?
Why haven’t they called?

I was desperate.
I got in my car to go get my boys.
When I arrived I was greeted with a smile and invited in. “Mommy mommy!” they screamed in unison. I scooped them up. I showered them with hugs and kisses; it felt so good to have the boys back in my arms.

I was assaulted.
I was ready to leave with my boys when I heard, “Where do you think you’re going?”
grandad said with a sneer.
“I’ve come for my boys.” I replied boldly.
Our path was blocked by grandad as their grandmother (Maw) pried my hand from three year old Keith. I held on to sixteen month old Jay with both arms in a bear hug. Grandad started pulling him up by both arms.
“Give me the boy.” he said.
“Why are you doing this? Please don’t take my babies!” I begged.
I felt a blow to my head.
I kicked and fought to no avail as I felt another blow to my stomach.
The desperate cries of my children would renew my energy.
Another blow to my head and I felt my baby stripped from my arms.
I fell to the floor in a ball.
“Please don’t take my babies.” I sobbed.
Grandad forced me to stand, pushing and half carrying me out the door.
I was numb.
It happened so fast.
I drove to the nearest police station but they told me it was a legal matter because I was still married to their dad. Their dad was away at a rehabilitation center. He had broken his neck in an automobile accident which left him paralyzed from the neck down. His recovery would take months maybe years.
I was angry.

I’ll fight.
I hired the best law firm I could find.
Weeks turned into months, months turned into years.
I tried so hard to find a way to fix this.
I was frustrated.
I could still hear the echo of my babies’ desperate cries for help
Exhausted I fell to my knees from the endless fight.

I surrender!
“Please, Lord I need your help!” I whispered.
“I give this situation to you, Father.” I prayed.
I could feel the peace as I started pouring my heart out to God.
I knew God was finally in control of the situation.

Work.
Leaving it with God is hard work, the temptation to take it back myself to figure out a way to fix it when I think God isn’t working fast enough is a big challenge.
Letting go is faith.
Faith is hard work.

But someone will say, “You have faith, and I have works.” Show me your faith without works, and I will show you my faith by my works. James 2:18 NKJ


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Helen Murray08/05/06
Oh, my heart weeps over this story. There is no pain like that of a mother robbed. It is not the end. The end is yet to be written.
Sara Harricharan 08/09/06
Very touching-and very well written!