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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Click (04/18/13)

TITLE: Click, Memory Retrieved
By Mary Knoll Santos
04/25/13


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Suddenly, it dawned on Jules. She’d silenced forty months of her life—too long enough to excite a pushy friend.

“Go ahead, Jules. It's been three years!” Didi shoved the keyboard and pulled Jules’ arms.

Jules’ double-minded fingers, having a mind of their own. But that wasn’t true. She wrote whatever snapped at the tip of her writing-fingers.

“I’m having memory loss.”

“No, you aren’t. Articulating is never your taboo.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s fear.”

“Since when you’ve been a coward, huh?

Jules positioned. A sigh escaped. She’d wanted to depress those keyboard buttons. To articulate a book of life stories, a wave of memory retrieval in the last forty months.

“Okay. You win.”

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Chapter 1 Riverbed Jordan

Humans pass age—at dogtrot-- very quickly. Memory gaps alienate. So, I wrote-- fearlessly and intentionally-- to remember.

Merely thinking would not do. I wouldn't settle on keepsakes in hidden hope-chests -- carefully tucked away in attic rooms. Although they're lovely to keep track of, affording passage into my memory. But without ever telling anyone about the hand of God in my life in the last forty months-- My mind, if I let it, would eventually pull away into the deep shadows of forgetfulness.

You wouldn't simply pass on a kind of life story that you believed God was there all along in whatever went or been going through, would you?

I wouldn't either.

God never wasted my experiences. Neither should I. With purifying restorative acts of God, I was able to retrieve memories afresh. Delving into God’s merciful interventions and activities, pass the midst of the bad and the ugly. 

God's ways always tenderly restored me to His love and care. And united me with the pure sweet fellowship of His children who love Him.

God said that He'd go before me. He made the path. And I took it. The riverbed-Jordan-- it was mine for the taking! On dry ground!

In my family, throughout our "riverbed-crossing" towards our 'Promised Land', repossession of our freedom we once had was restored. What a glorious fight. What a winner we had. The grace of God retrieved our freedom for us from the crushing grip (confining space) of the enemy of our soul.

My destiny freed me to serve God in the strength of His power!

"He brought me forth also into a broad place; He rescued me, because He delighted in me." Psalm 18:19

Bless His Name!

      "We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not despairing; persecuted, but not  forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;..."

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When I got to the "middle of my Jordan crossing, with the Ark of God's covenant" --- in the middle, it got very nasty and scary. I fought for lapsed memory. I thought that the tides would close in on me. But God gripped me to believe Him! I must hurry to cross over to the other side. Lest intimidated back to where I came from. No turning back. No mediocrity, mind you!
          
         "And the people hurried and crossed."  Joshua 4:10

I might be cast out, but God delighted in my company, especially in the midst of chaotic ambivalence in my life. My mind didn’t cease to remember the  moment when God opened my eyes to His wondrous works of His Law to live by. And to rejoice by. Clung my faith, stronger, in such ways I believed what God said He could do.

"Open my eyes, that I may see wondrous works out of Your Law." Psalm 119:18

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God of Israel loves having His memorial moment with His people. Reminding me, constantly, of His covenant that He is the powerful God! He loves to saying, "Remember this forever." As He did when He made a perpetual covenant with Abraham.

"Draw forth stones, stand them up". I needed tangible, visible things to help me in remembering. I needed to understand that was important to God that I stood in my faith in Him-- whole, strong and brave.

You see, the mighty, awesome power of God led me to where I am now. God wrote His powerful words of promises in the stone-tablets of my heart. All I must remember to do was confess Him with my mouth to all who will hear.

"But having the same spirit of faith, according to what is written, 'I believed, therefore I spoke, we also believe, therefore we also speak.'" 2 Cor.4: 13

Didn't I ever forget that!


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Joanne Sher 04/30/13
Powerful. Enjoyed the extended metaphors and food for thought. To Him be the glory!
Beth LaBuff 04/30/13
You have great reminders from Scripture in the intricately woven story. You've got me thinking. Thanks!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/30/13
Your beginning really intrigued me. My mind raced to the different reasons why the MC would have lost her memory. I was eager to read on.

The middle confused me a tad, but that could be just my tired mind.

I liked the Bible verses as they helped the MC muddle through. The analogy of how God's Word will get us through the toughest times is a powerful one indeed. Good job.
Judith Gayle Smith05/01/13
I have great gaping holes in my memory bank, therefore I empathize. This is quite a story . . .
Praise YHWH! Throw a Brick for CLICK!
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