Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Four Ways For A Christian Writer To Win A Publishing Package HERE



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Garden (09/07/06)

TITLE: Miracle Grow
By alan polacek
09/10/06


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

“Papa, wha’cha doing? Killing snakes or something with that stick?”

“No.” Said grandpa. “I’m cleaning out the weeds.”

“Can I help?”

“Sure. Come in here and I’ll show you how.” The team work came to a quick end and the questions soon came flooding out.

“How come you’re killing the weeds, how do you know what plant is what, why do you have a picture at the end of each row, what makes them grow?”

Grandpa tried his best to answer each question so that a five-year old could understand. “Well Timmy, I’m cutting all the weeds because they will take away nutrients and moisture the plants need. As for what makes them grow, well that’s Gods job.”

“How do you know that, papa?”

“God made the seeds. And He made the ground that we plant them in. And it takes rain and sunshine to make things grow. So the way I see it, rain and sunshine come from the sky and beyond the sky is heaven and God is in heaven so He’s in charge.”

Timmy nodded his approval and asked again what plant was what.

“Let’s see. That first row is carrots then there’s green beans, radishes, onions.”

Timmy stated that he didn’t like ‘onuns’. “They stink!”

“I don’t either,” said grandpa. “ I plant them so they’ll take the bad taste away from all the other food that’s in the garden. That’s why they taste and smell so bad,” he added with a grin.
“I put the package the seeds came in at the end of each row so I won’t forget what I planted where. Does that answer all your questions?”

“I think so.” Timmy answered and stood there in thought for a moment. “Papa, if I had something that I really loved and planted it and put a picture of it so I wouldn’t forget, do you think God would make it grow?”

“I’m sure of it Timmy. What do you want? Corn, tomatoes or ... Where you going?”

“I’ll be right back.” Timmy yelled running to the house.

Soon Timmy from the house to the shed, coming out dragging a shovel behind him. With determination, Timmy dug a hole then put something in it and covered it. Walking over to where Timmy was working papa stood in silence as Timmy placed a picture on the ground of the family pet “Sister”, a blond Lab that had died a few weeks before.

Grandpa spoke softly. “You know Timmy I’m not sure about this. I hope you won’t be too disappointed if nothing grows.”

“But papa, you said!”

“I know Timmy. But I was talking about plants. Sister is gone, son.”

“I don’t care,” Timmy said. “You said God was in charge and Mom says God can do anything if we be patient and pray. So I’m gonna pray every night before I go to bed that God grows us a new ‘Sister’. Don’t you believe God can do anything, papa?”

“Yes, Timmy, I do. You know, I think this just might work. What did you use for seeds though?”

Thinking he might be in trouble Timmy shyly answered, “Sister’s old collar with her name tag on it...is that okay, papa?”

“That’s what I would have used,” putting Timmy at ease.

“ How long do you think it will take to grow, papa?”

“Oh, maybe three or four weeks. You’ll have to come over every Saturday and water it and pull weeds. Don’t know if it will rain enough to keep it growing. God’s gonna do His part but sometimes we have to help out. Okay?”

The next two Saturdays, Timmy was there, scraping the mound and carrying a bucket of water to pour on his plant. Grandpa made sure that the mound was bigger each time Timmy came.

The Friday night before Timmy was to come, grandpa called him. “You better get here early tomorrow. I was out in the garden and it looked like something was moving the earth around your plant.”

When they drove up, Timmy was out of the car and running before the car came to a full stop. As soon as he opened the gate, Timmy saw the little blond lad puppy and starting yelling. “Papa! Look it growed ! I knew God would make it happen. I just knew it, papa!”

“Yep. It’s a miracle. I guess your mom was right. God can do anything. What are you gonna name her? Little Sis?”

“Nope.” Timmy smiled. “What you said, Miracle”


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 476 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Esther Phillips09/14/06
How precious is the faith of a child as you so aptly demonstrated.
Cheryl Harrison 09/17/06
How sweet. Creative take on the topic. Thanks for sharing.