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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Autumn/Fall (08/27/09)

TITLE: Don’t Let Your Faith Flow Away With Your Tears
By Linda Boulanger
09/02/09


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It was unseasonably warm for fall. The red of the thermometer crept well above the ninety degree mark. Shawna bathed her cheek and neck with the cool sweat of her lemonade glass. She’d never cared much for lemonade before, but the unbearable heat and her swelling abdomen had changed that. Her tastes were no longer her own, it seemed, as the cravings experienced by many pregnant women consumed her.

Shawna decided to take a walk, hopeful the breeze might serve to cool her searing, too-stretched skin. The sun dress she wore was the same burnt orange as the changing leaves that floated down from the trees above and carpeted the earth beneath her feet. They crunched as she walked upon them. Shawna had always loved that sound. She sighed, allowing the sights, smells, and sounds to fill her with tranquility. The baby must have noticed. The little fellow settled into stillness and quit kicking her stomach. His feet seemed to be permanently hooked either there or in her ribcage.

The end of her pregnancy was near. She would be glad to see the discomfort come to a close yet she felt ill-suited to raise this child alone. Still she smiled. There was that niggling feeling inside her that all would be well.

Shawna came to the end of the path. A large oak tree shaded her from the scorching heat and she lovingly ran her hand across a heart carved in the trunk. There were letters, initials, inside the heart that belonged to her and the baby’s father. She fingered each letter, thanking the Lord for Trent’s safe return. It was a stretch of faith. They’d been told his troop had been ambushed and, although all the bodies had not been recovered, all were presumed dead. Her husband was only twenty-three; too young to die no matter how noble the cause.

She’d married Trent Crawford shortly before his deployment. It was a simple ceremony right beneath this very tree where he’d carved their initials when they were still teens. He’d told her then that she was destined to marry him. She’d believe him then. He’d also told her the good Lord would see him safely returned to her and their child. He made that promise the night before he left as she wept in his arms. She clung to that thread of hope, especially now.

Shawna sat down with her back against the tree, her arms crossed over her engorged belly. The shade and the breeze felt good. She closed her eyes. She was so tired. A feeling of such complete contentment washed over her to the point that passing time had no meaning.

She had no idea how long she’d sat under the tree before a snapping twig flooded her with caution. Her eyes quickly opened and she scanned the area. She blinked in disbelief trying to rid her mind of the illusion that Trent was walking toward her. Onward the figure came, smiling and waving.

“Trent?” she whispered attempting to clumsily raise herself from the bed of leaves.

“I knew I’d find you here.” He helped her up. Her hands remained clasped in his as he studied her confused face. “You didn’t get my letter telling you I was coming home, did you?” He smiled as she shook her head. “Still you believed. I told you He’d bring me home to you and our baby.” His hands went to her protruding belly.

Shawna nodded, allowing happy tears to roll down her cheeks as he pulled her into his arms. They were the first tears she’d cried since he’d left home. She’d felt crying would show a lack of belief. Just like the separation, it had been hard. So many times she’d wanted to give in and let them flow. But she knew her faith in what he’d spoken would have flowed away with them.

Arm in arm Shawna and Trent crunched through the autumn leaves down the path to the little home they shared. Together they walked into the future knowing faith had brought them together and belief had kept them safe. Hope surrounded them, tightening their bond with every step they took. It was a hope born of their trust in a faithful God.


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Robyn Burke09/03/09
Very sweet.
Genia Gilbert09/04/09
Well written and interesting story. I'm not sure about your title, but I am notoriously awful with titles, so not a good judge. I enjoyed this. Good job!
Linda Boulanger09/04/09
The title was a definite challenge on this one. I got the same response from a "pre-reader" friend so it was not you at all. Sometimes they title themselves and other times...???
Gregory Kane09/06/09
The title drew me in but suggested a very different genre than the one I found. Nevertheless a gently crafted tale that flowed smoothly. I think it would have benefitted from a bit more tension - worries about the future, more uncertainty about the soldier's fate, etc. But it's good that you've got someone to pre-read for you. A great way to catch the little errors.
Lisa Johnson 09/07/09
Tender, touching story.