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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Oops (01/14/10)

TITLE: God Never Says Oops.
By Julie Seeto
01/16/10


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Tears streamed down Joanna’s face as she sat alone in her room. The others in her group had gone to bed long ago, but Joanna couldn’t sleep. Something had happened in the meeting this afternoon that she just couldn’t shake off.
“Stop being so picky,” Doris had told her and when Joanna had started to defend herself the rest of them joined in the accusations. Lovingly of course – after all this was a Christian group and they wanted to help one another grow. The group leader, Dr Mark, wisely used the rest of the session to teach about rejection and its consequences. Sadly, Joanna knew all too well about rejection.

No matter how hard she tried to please those around her, they always seemed to push her away, to disapprove of her very being. The group had been gracious as she poured out her heart in confession and was counselled. Then they had moved on to other things – dinner and evening devotions. But Joanna’s pain lingered. Even the thought of the word ‘rejection’ brought back many memories; memories no one should have; memories that should have died with her father. And now, alone as she was, they came flooding back and she was helpless to stop them.

For forty years Joanna had carried the secret pain of her father’s torment. He had never wanted her, had never loved her. He had abused her mother even while Joanna lay helpless in her womb, pushing her down the stairs in hope of causing a miscarriage. When she was a child, instead of tender hugs, he had given her many beatings, often for no other reason than that she was ugly in his eyes. And he used whatever was at hand. One time it was fencing wire across her back that drew blood and stained her clothing. The terrible abuse continued until his death when Joanna was nineteen.

She had thought her new life as a Christian would set her free from her past; had dared to think that Christian counselling training would give her life worth in somebody’s eyes. Yet here she was on the other side of the planet in her search for meaning, sobbing alone in her room. Why am I such a worthless human being that no-one wants around? Why was I even born; I shouldn’t have been born! I was a mistake. … My father should have killed me.

She looked at the pills on the table. I could end it all right now. I have no records here in this country for them to trace. My family won’t know and I’ll no longer be a burden to them. They don’t want me around anyway. … God, why did you let me be born? she cried.

When her sobbing had subsided, in the stillness of the night, her heavenly father answered. In the darkness she saw a vision of a hand outstretched, its palm facing upwards. In the middle of the palm she noticed a tiny speck of dust that slowly grew first into an embryo, then into a baby. As Joanna continued to look at this picture in front of her, the baby grew. "It’s me!" she exclaimed, surprised to recognize herself in the vision.
Then God spoke tenderly into her heart. “Child,” he said, “your father in his lifetime had the potential to produce many thousands of children but only one you. On the night you were conceived, out of all that potential, there was only one cell that would produce you and I chose that one because I wanted you. I chose you that night. You are not a mistake. I don’t make mistakes.”


Dedicated to Joanna (not her real name), who, at 79 years, is the most God-centred woman I know.


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Janice Samuelson01/21/10
Powerful story, and I almost felt as though I was reading my story only it was my mother who did not want me. And yes God has shown the beauty of his creation, even in myself... It's good to know how much God loves each of us, how He chose us. Thanks for the reminder.
Mildred Sheldon01/21/10
This is such a tender loving story. It touched me deeply and God never has oops moments nor does he say oops. We are all created for a very special job and only that one person can do it. This bought tears to my eyes. Child abuse causes so much pain and can take years to overcome. Thank you for sharing and God bless.
c clemons01/22/10
Topic was well done, but the article is fraught with errors. This can happen, I still make them myself. A good spellcheck would have caught some of them,keep writing and take your time.
Scarlett Farr 01/22/10
Good story and written at a great time -- the anniversay of Roe v Wade. No baby is an oops in God's plan.
Joy Bach 01/25/10
So sorry for your pain. I've been there. No father and my mother didn't want me. It's wonderful to know we were planned and wanted by our Father. Keep writing.
Jan Ackerson 01/26/10
Heartbreaking and tenderly written. I hope you show this to the real "Joanna."
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/27/10
I have uttered the exact words Joanna cried out to God. It's horrible to feel that God made a mistake when he created me. You did a beautiful job with the entire story. We all have a purpose. Thanks for the reminder; I especially needed it right now.
Ruth Brown 01/27/10
Beautiful. So appropriate this week.We had the video from Right to Life on sunday. The first picture is a DNA strand that will never be repeated again,no one else will ever have those same characteristics. Your story reminds us again how precious each life is.
Patricia Herchenroether01/27/10
Beautiful work. I bet Joanna loved the way you wrote her story.
Carol Penhorwood 01/28/10
Absolutely beautiful in every way! Congratulations on your "Highly Commended". It was well earned. Be sure to check out the Writing Forums; they are great!
Charla Diehl 01/29/10
It seems your story has struck a chord with many of the readers.
The pain of abuse stays with the victims for a lifetime, but God is the great Healer as your story shows. The authentic voice of your MC kept me engaged till the end.Congratualtions on being highly commended for this fine piece.