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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Century or Centuries (02/17/11)

TITLE: In Their Footsteps


Mia peered closer into the mirror. Her naturally poker straight hair formed perfect ringlets that framed her face. She wore a bit more makeup than usual. She glanced down at the beading and lace that adorned her bodice. "I look like a princess," she giggled to herself.

Her mother stood beside her. "You sure do!"

"I wish grandma were here," Mia said softly, locking her eyes in the mirror with the pair that matched her own as well as her grandmother's.

"She is. Do you have something old, something new?"

"Something borrowed, something blue," Mia finished. "Mom, that's a goofy superstition. Besides, we are starting in fifteen minutes, where would I find all that stuff?" She turned to speak to her mother instead of the reflection. It was then she noticed something in her mother's hands.

"I've got you covered," her mother replied holding a tattered, blue book out to Mia.

Mia accepted the book. It was obviously very old. She ran her fingers over the faded gold Holy Bible inscription on the worn cover.

"It was your grandmother's and her mother's before. Actually, it goes back further than that."

Carefully opening the fragile Bible Mia slowly read the list of names there. The Bible had been handed down six times; she would be the seventh name on the list of women, right below her mother's.

"I think your grandma would love it if you carried it to the altar with you as we all have done," Mia's mother said before plucking a tissue from a box on the dressing table.

"Of course," Mia said as she turned to the familiar passage she felt she had a personal identity with, what she considered her life's verse. She smiled. "Mom, there's a note!"

"There are lots of notes and comments. Although I don't know who did what, I feel like I know each of these women intimately," Mia's mother said.

In the next room a piano began to play followed by a violin. "I believe its time," Mia's mother said giving her daughter a squeeze. "I better go find your dad! You are a beautiful person Mia and I love you. You are the perfect example of God's goodness in my life."

"Mom, wait!" Mia caught her mother by the arm before she could leave. "I don't have everything!"

Her mother's brow creased into a familiar expression that Mia couldn't help but recognize as the same face her grandmother would make when she was puzzled over something.

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Well, I have something old and blue, and in a way it is borrowed. But what is new?" Mia asked sheepishly, aware that a few minutes ago she was objecting to her mother about the tradition.

"When God's Word is applied, it's impossible for things to stay old. Remember, He makes all things new. Your life is going to change when you become a wife. It can be scary. The key is to hold onto the fact that although there will be a lot of change going on, God is faithful in His promises and He never changes. He is the same as always."

Clutching the Bible to her chest, Mia nodded as her mother closed the door but not before giving Mia a wink.

Taking a final glance into the mirror, Mia was struck at how the blue, love worn Bible stood out against her white, perfect gown. She thought about all of the women before her who had proceeded in marriage holding God's Word close to their hearts. It occurred to her that both the women who had carried this Bible as well as the women whose stories were told in its pages had done just that. She smiled to herself. The Bible was old but older still was marriage, ordained by the oldest, the Ancient Of Days.

Mia opened the door to find her father offering his arm and with a firm grip on the old, she stepped into the new.

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Mildred Sheldon02/25/11
What a tender, gentle inspirational story of a very old Bible and how it impacted so many lives. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you and God bless.
diana kay02/25/11
aww i loved this one :-) a winner here i think, lovely story well on theme and tenderly told
Michael Throne02/26/11
I loved the last line; you tied it together so nicely. Good story.
Leola Ogle 02/26/11
I love family tradition and you wove it so nicely in your story! God bless!
Bonnie Bowden 03/01/11
What a beautiful and sweet story. I loved the dialogue between mother and daughter. I love how the topic is woven throughout the story.

Sara Harricharan 03/02/11
The last line was wonderful! It think it fit Mia perfectly and I loved the detail that it was an old Bible that she was taking with her. A sweet story!
Edmond Ng 03/02/11
Lovely portrayal of what matters most in a marriage—the promises of God who is faithful and never changes.