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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Confused (08/16/07)

TITLE: Kathrin
By Frank Parrino
08/17/07


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Kathrin


Twilight time always had a dreamy affect upon anyone who trod the beaches of the little island Kathrin called home. As for this dreaminess, some said it was brought about by the captivating aroma of the salty air that one imbibed at this pensive time of day. Others postulated a secret spell ascending out of the endless sea which charged the air with a mystical kind of magic. Kathrin believed it was simply being at peace with God and herself.

As the summer season was coming to an end so did the large crowds. The vast throng of ‘day trippers’ came to drink deeply of the pristine beauty that shrouded the story book island. Kathrin didn’t mind sharing her paradise with others. All she wanted was that people would respect this near replica of Eden she loved so well. Kathrin liked people. She had a special fondness for children. She enjoyed watching them splash in the comfortable cool waters, skillfully build sand castles, and eagerly bury Dad’s feet under a blanket of white sand. Her heart warmed at the mental pictures.

The lovely little lady walked alone along the noticeably quiet shore. As dusk dispelled the light of Eos, sleepy waves yawned and rolled meekly over the ancient seascape of past memories. The lonesome summer sun slowly buried his brightly painted orange face into the thick blue-green sea on the other side of life.

Kathrin and her husband Davey enjoyed their evening beach walks. It was a lovely way to unwind, enjoy the beauty of God’s creation, and share in the sunshine, clouds, and storms of daily life. Things were different now. Rain or shine, Kathrin never missed walking the beach at sundown on the first of October. This was the day Davey went to be with His Lord many beach walks ago.

She never forgot that shocking morning. “Hi. This is Martin’s Art Gallery. Kathrin speaking… How may I help you?” A shaky voice on the other end of the line spoke in a low tone.” “Kathrin, its Janey…I have…” “Janey! What’s up? Miss me already. We only visited each other last night.” The ensuing silence was deafening. Even for a few seconds, the silence that announces death has a way of feeling like forever. Janey, her younger sister, broke the “forever barrier” by summoning the last dregs of her inner strength. “Kathrin, Davey is gone.”

Not realizing what was being said, Kathrin recalled the times her husband of 25 years would get upset when some of the island’s visitors were not “good stewards” of the land. Some would leave their litter along the beaches where he was the senior maintenance man. Empty water bottles were more forgiving than empty beer bottles. None the less, marring the beauty of nature drove this nature lover to jokingly say he was getting on a plane and leaving for a place where the land was always respected.

Kathrin shook off the thought and said, “Janey, I can’t believe he left without telling me! Do you think he went to, what’s its name? You know. Isn’t it that rural town I never can pronounce near Amish farm country were we take our family vacation?” Janey in tears slowly said, “Kathrin, Davey is dead.”

Numbness melted Kathrin’s body. Confusion saturated her mind. Shock pinned her down heavily in her chair. All Kathrin could say over and over in a stunned and chocking voice, “My husband is dead! It can’t be! It can’t be!” Several of her co-workers who heard her lament, rushed to her side to support their beloved friend.

Confusion brings with it the realities of perplexity and uncertainty. Kathrin was no exception. She wrestled with confusion for weeks before it let go of her. She wrestled with God for weeks but she never let go of Him. She had that one very special and precious thing that conquered confusion and embraced true comfort and hope. It was faith. It was not just any religious, philosophical, or mystical faith. Hers was a living faith anchored by a personal and practical relationship to Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord. No matter how hard it was to accept, taxing to understand, tough to cope, and difficult to live life; she rested in God who is absolutely sovereign, infinite in wisdom, and perfect in love.

Kathrin’s unwavering faith in the One True Living God gave her perfect peace in this the twilight time of her life.


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Janice Cartwright08/23/07
So beautifully written as be almost poetry! Truly lovely!
julie wood08/23/07
Beautiful story and portrayal of how a strong believer handles grief.

A lot of the adjectives could be cut out. The descriptions of the island are beautiful in themselves and would be easier to read without so many.

Great title--the use of a personal name always sparks my curiosity!
Jacquelyn Horne08/27/07
Good article on confusion. Very sentimental.
Lisa Holloway08/29/07
Nice descriptive writing.