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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Walk (07/20/06)

TITLE: Walk for the Cure
By Karen Chilton


Why must I walk this path alone?
This pain and sorrow consuming my bones
Have I not passed this way before?
Father, please release me and let me soar

These feelings I carry are weighing me down
Discouraged and lonely but hiding my frown
Iíll circle this mountain just one more time
Repeating these words to bring peace to my mind

My God is bigger than any mountain
My God is greater than the deep blue sea
My God is stronger than the force of nature
His grace and mercy shall accompany me

So many have walked this path and marked a trail
This walk of faith is a test I shall not fail
Donít turn to the left or to the right
Just stick to the path and stay in the fight

Just when I think I canít keep up the pace
A breeze flows past urging me to step out on grace
A whisper in the breeze delivers these words so true
It brings me hope and my spirit is renewed

My God is bigger than any mountain
My God is greater than the deep blue see
My God is stronger than the force of nature
His grace and mercy shall accompany me

These are the words I read on a crumpled sheet of paper; thrown to the ground as if a piece of discarded hope. It sounds so simple with a simple rhymes and a verse to muse. I questioned the validity of this personís hope if they did not treasure it enough to keep for all time. This journey is long and hard to bare; perhaps Iíll keep it and the words I will share. ďWhewĒ It is getting hotter and I donít see the finish line yet. No people in sight to accompany me pass these dense trees. The road is coming up close just around the bend just a few more steps and the path will be clear. A cramp is crawling up my left leg but I dare not stop now or Iíll loose my pace. What were those words about mercy and grace? I accepted this challenge to raise money for a good cause, but now I question if my motives were pure. Perhaps Iím running to avoid my own tests or maybe I just didnít think long before I said yes. What were the words to the verse in the song? My God is bigger than any mountain, greater than the deep blue sea, stronger than the force of nature and ďOh! This cramp is killing me.Ē Okay, this is only a test of my endurance and I am in the home stretch.

I can see the banner just ahead that reads ďWalk for the CureĒ. Whatever my motives this is a good cause and I will finish this race for those who are fighting for their lives. Thinking of my mother now hooked to a tube piercing her arm. She is taking in poison to chase away a death called cancer. She has already surrendered her breast, health and her crown of glory; what more will it take before God takes her home to glory. I feel my strength restored as I swipe away a fallen tear just a little bit more to go. I huffed and puffed my way across the finish line then I walked a while to cool down my burning muscles. My neighbor caught up to me and fell into my steps as she delivered a message of the phone called I missed. My mother passed while receiving her last treatment this morning and the nurse said to come as soon as I can.

I made it to the hospital and found a nurse cleaning my motherís room. The name on her uniform I couldnít read pass my tears but her words I will never forget. I was the last person to speak to your mother. Your mother was worried you wouldnít finish the course so she was writing a message to help you along the way. When I found her she had this note crumpled up in her hand. Her heart gave in but she didnít want you to give up the walk for a cure. As I read the familiar words of the first line, I fell into the chair in a fit of laughter. I feverishly searched my pockets to find its twin, but my pockets were bare. Now I know I didnít walk that course alone, my mother was there.

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Marilyn Schnepp 07/28/06
A beautiful story that tells a great story of faith. I loved your story and thank you so much for sharing it with us.
Joanne Sher 07/30/06
Wow - this is SO moving! A little work on grammar and such - and maybe breaking up some of the larger paragraphs would make it easier to follow. Thank you SO much for sharing this moving tribute!