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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Shhh. (02/18/10)

TITLE: This Time and This Place
By Ada Nett
02/22/10


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How these women knew where to find them …I don’t know. Even so, they have come to me, with outstretched arms and open hands. Offering pieces of shattered hopes and dreams that I once held in my heart . Women, willing to pick up the jagged shards that sometimes pierced old wounds from their own pasts. Oft-times their gifts have been held out to me with bleeding fingers. Their veiled struggles, opened and revealed, for my sake.

It can only be attributed to sharing the same Father. Each of us related not just as flesh and blood but supernaturally, by the Holy Spirit of God,. Re-birthed as sisters into an eternal, forever family . Women whose paths were lovingly laid out by an omniscient God, to intersect at exactly this time and this place, for my/our good and His glory.

Women who have reached outside of themselves, to share with me their own pain and just as importantly their own personal journeys to healing. And though I am grieved that others have suffered, it somehow encourages me to know that I am not alone and that someday all of my own personal heartache may be used by God to comfort others.

When I have faltered with each anguished step, there has been a circle of love that has not allowed me to fall. When my angst has overpowered my peace and my soul has screamed “I can’t do this”. These precious women have quietly soothed my spirit, whispering “Shhh…be quiet, be still and know our Father, He is God, He is good…trust in Him.”

They are helping me gather the pieces but our Father is the one who is putting the broken fragments back together. My life doesn’t look the same…it never will again. The dreams are different and the hope is a song with new lyrics. Sometimes I forget the words, and it is then that my sisters sing them for me until I can again, pick up the verses on my own.

I am savoring each and every word, each gesture, each act of kindness , each baring of souls, deep in my own spirit, until their combined wisdom and love becomes a very real part of who I am going to be…


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/25/10
What an inspirational piece. It's great when a group of people support one another. Well-written and very thought-provoking.
Philippa Geaney 02/27/10
Very deep. Well written and encourages me to offer what I have in an act of love. When my husband died it was not even words that helped but rather the being there; the looks of love and care. Your writing whispers "you have learned the way".