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By Lucilia Chalmers
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You open the curtains in the morning and the sun shines in. The sky is blue. Already your heart is warmed. It’s going to be a good day. There is hope and there is expectation.
Something old; something new; something borrowed; something blue. Blue, blue – what will it be. Invariably the garter, adding fun to the party as it is tossed to the bachelors who probably don’t want it anyway.
Blue – the way we feel when we are down; when our hearts are hurting and nothing seems to make things better. There seems to be no ray of hope – at least for the moment.
And then there is blue – blue for a little boy. Can’t have him in pink! For him it is blue all the way. He’s made of snakes, and snails and puppy dog tails – well he plays with them if he isn’t made of them. There were three blues though each adds a glow to my heart. Each placed a special something in my life. There were times of pain but, praise God, times of joy. There were times when they needed a good shake and others when they just need great big hugs.
The first blue came and was the experiment. We opened the curtains and the sun shone in and he warmed our hearts. He was the one for whom we thought we would have all the answers and he was the one who showed us we didn’t. How proud we were of him when he accomplished and how hurt our hearts when he failed. He was our vagabond, going from one place to the next looking for his niche. He was the chef to whom Mum submitted when it came to the kitchen. And then he gave us a grand-daughter adding some pink to our lives. How blue those lives became the day he left us to be with our Lord. How we miss him!
Then there was blue number two. Again we opened the curtains and the sun shone in giving us new hope and new expectation. By then we knew we didn’t have all the answers. He was the more confident – probably because we were the more confident. The two blues were in many ways one although completely opposite. They loved each other and, at the same time, hated each other. We were proud of both. What pride glowed in our hearts as he threw the baton and his big brother banged the base drum – or visa-versa when the mood hit them. There was the pain of being told he would not live but the faith instilled by God that he would come through – through that horrific accident. His love fills our lives. And he has added two extra blues.
Then there was blue number three. The sun shone into our lives again bringing more warmth, more hope and more expectation. He was the one we truly didn’t plan, the one who made his appearance at just the wrong moment – the one that was our late one. Wrong moment or not he added joy to our lives. He was the content one; the one also who could twist each one of us around his little finger (not that his brothers couldn’t – but he had a special skill). He also added drama – an emergency medical flight having a suspected brain abscess. There was no abscess but epilepsy entered the scene. God again was good. He healed our son. Today he too has added to our lives – one blue and one pink.
***Thank You, Father, for our sons. Thank You for the love they have placed in our hearts. Thank You for making each one special – not just for the blue but for the reds, the yellows, the greens, and all the other colours they have placed in our lives.***
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