Melody stepped onto the bus and glanced around for a seat. She found one in the very back and settled down for the 20 minute ride to her stop. It had been another long, boring, pointless day at work and she couldn’t get home soon enough. She couldn’t help but notice how the other passengers on the bus didn’t seem to notice her at all. But why would they? Melody despised the fact that she was average. Nobody was interested in average. She let out a deep sigh as she pondered over her worthless existence.
She realized she had forgotten to take off her name tag, and was reminded once again of what she hated most about herself. Her name. The past few years she had grown to loathe her name, and every time she saw it written down or heard it spoken aloud, she just wanted to cringe.
When she was fourteen she had asked her mother why she had picked the name Melody. Her mother smiled and said, “The moment I saw you I knew that you were special. Before you were born, I was so worried about bringing a child into this dark world. But then I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes, and all that worry and doubt vanished. I knew at that moment that your life would be like sweet music to this disheartened world.”
After hearing those words Melody had rolled her eyes in typical teenage fashion, but inside her heart had melted. Now her mother had passed on, and she couldn’t help but wonder how disappointed her mother would be if she were here. Melody’s life had not turned out the way she had dreamed it would. She was 30, single, and she worked full-time as a cashier at a supermarket. Not exactly the sweet music her mother had envisioned.
Melody leaned back and closed her eyes and began to pray silently. “God, what is wrong with me? I feel so worthless and so inadequate. I hate being average. My life seems like it has no meaning and purpose, and it is destroying me inside. I don’t know how long I can go on like this. Mom always believed that I was special, and she knew I would do great things and help people. I’m a failure God…. I know I am. I feel so lost and so….”
Suddenly her prayer was interrupted by music. Her cell phone was ringing, and she smiled when she heard the familiar ring tone. It was “Amazing Grace.” Her mother’s favorite song. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Sarah calling.
Sarah was her best friend and she had just lost her mother. The night before Melody had talked with her on the phone for several hours trying to comfort her. She hoped everything was alright.
“Hey Mel. Are you busy?”
“Oh you know it”, she said sarcastically. "But I can squeeze you in.”
“Well,” Sarah began. “This is kind of awkward, but I really need you to hear this. So just hear me out and don’t hang up or anything. OK, I am so bad at this. OK. Here we go. Melody, I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me. You helped me so much on the phone last night. God has truly blessed me with a friend like you, and you have really been there for me. After Mom died I really began to question God, but you have encouraged me to hang on and to continue to trust Him. I know you went through the same struggles when your Mom died, and your faith has been such an encouragement and in inspiration to me. I know this is all random and I am rambling on, but I really just had a strong need to let you know I love you and I appreciate you so much.”
Silence greeted Sarah. “Uh…Mel…you there?”
Melody wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled. “Yeah, I’m here. Thank you so much Sarah. I love you too.”
As Sarah continued on, Melody let the tears flow. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Thank you, God.”
She knew she would never be the same.
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