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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Blue (10/08/09)

TITLE: Thoughts of Blue
By Cherry Bieber
10/14/09


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“Do you like to wear blue, Mama?“

Because she was lost in her thoughts, the question seemed to come out of nowhere as his sweet voice broke through and brought her attention to him. They were walking along the beach, hand in hand, with the waves lapping at their feet. They seemed to be surrounded by blue and this didn’t escape her precious son’s big, blue, observant eyes. Even the seagulls flying high over the water seemed to be a shade of blue in the ever-deepening blue of the early evening sky. The water slowly took on a hue of royal blue as the sun lowered on the horizon. As if instinctively sensing her need to work through the thoughts that his question stirred, he let loose of her hand and ran ahead skipping and jumping in and out of the waves as if to tease them into chasing him.

The child’s question was, of course, in reference to clothing, but it wasn’t clothing she thought of. All at once she was startlingly aware that everything around her seemed to be some shade of blue and this engulfed her like the blue that had enveloped her just one year ago. To her there was no loveliness in any shade of blue for they all reminded her of the never-ending gray-blue that filled her very being. It was a blue of no beauty, and seemingly, no end.

“I have worn the color blue often,” she thought to herself. Blue seemed the color of loss and sorrow. It somehow reflected the ocean of tears that fell from her eyes over the past year. “How could the sky have been such a lovely blue the day he died?” she thought, as she fought back the fountain of tears that again threatened to flow. She thought that it might have been easier to heal if the sky had had the decency to be ominously dark and the rains had poured to match the torrent of her soul the day her husband died. But it didn’t. It was one of the most beautiful days they’d had in quite some time and everything seemed so perfect. When he died, the sky remained blue with perfect cottony little clouds throughout. The sun shone and the world continued living while she was sucked into a vacuum of blue death. Tears now escaped her eyes and trickled slowly down her face and she again felt herself being pulled into that abyss.

“Mama! Look!” the excitement in her son’s voice brought her reeling to the present. As she looked up, her eyes beheld a scene she would never forget; a scene that brought beauty back to blue and breathed the Love and life of God back into her spirit. Her son stood at the water’s edge just twenty feet in front of her and appeared a silhouette against the evening sky, which had turned a shade of blue that defied description except to say that it was ethereal. Just above his head across that blue sky and reflected in the royal blue ocean was a golden-red cross that was formed by soft, wispy clouds and the now deeply setting sun. All at once warmth embraced her frail, broken spirit and as she gazed on the horizon with the quickly disappearing sun and cross, healing had begun. She was unaware that her son had come to her side and was again holding her hand. Then, as if no time had passed, he again asked, “Mama, do you like to wear blue?”

“Yes, son" she replied with a smile as she gazed into his strikingly blue eyes. "Blue is my favorite color."


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Rachel Phelps10/17/09
I loved the descriptions of the scene, very evocative. The story felt rather heavily weighted toward telling rather than showing, and would have benefited from a more balanced approach, but an excellent use of the prompt!
Sunny Loomis 10/20/09
I can picture the beach scene. Enjoyed the last paragraph especially.
Yvonne Blake 10/22/09
Beautiful! You captured both the calm of the seashore and the turmoil of emotions and brought them together at the end.