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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Eek! (02/25/10)

TITLE: Vignettes Of A Young Missionary Wife.
By RuthAnn Cornelson


A long time ago a young woman left her family and home and moved with her husband to a land far, far away:

1. She waits on the floor, her labor pains hard and fast. She wants her mother but her mother is on the other side of the world. Across the room she sees two shiny dots. Eyes! Staring at her from the corner. When she gasps the big, black rat jumps. She calls for help but her calls go unheeded. The rat runs towards her, beady eyes coming closer and closer. Pain and fear collide. Desperation. She has no way out, nowhere to go. Tiny, sharp nails prick, as he scampers over her feet! Eek! I am born.

2. From a neatly folded stack, she pulls a diaper and wraps the wiggling baby in it, pinning it securely. He sleeps through the night. She smiles at him as she removes the diaper in the morning. It unfolds when she pulls it off. Her gasp sucks the air out of the room. A large, black scorpion lies between the folds. Sedated by urine, it wiggles slightly, protected from the child by a layer of cloth and an unseen angel. Eek!

3. Getting ready for bed, they talk about their day. WHOOSH! He ducks, she screams. The large, black bat flies around the room frantically, searching for a way out. Her husband looks for some way to catch or kill it. She jumps on the bed, desperately pulling the mosquito net down around her. She sighs, relieved. She is safe inside the net. The net will keep it out. Suddenly! Wind whooshing around her. Wild flapping! Wings battering the net, claws ripping it! She is not alone inside the net. Eek!

4. She looks for her young son. Where is that boy? Outside it is hot, everything dry. She sees him sitting on the hard ground, happy, smiling at her as she walks to him. Two chubby hands grasp something tightly. He brings it to his mouth. “What are you eating?” She smiles, bending down to him, pulling his hands away. He holds a dry, flattened frog by the back legs, one leg in each hand. The head pops out of her son’s mouth. He whimpers at the loss of his treat. Eek!

5. She walks with the servant girl who carries a wicker basket full of laundry. They walk out of the sun into the dark, cool laundry room. The girl shrieks! The basket falls. They both stare at the floor. A large snake slithers from under the girl’s bare feet. Eek! The woman calls her husband. He kills the snake. A large frog is stuck in it’s mouth. It could not strike. Daniel has nothing on this girl. God has shut the snake’s mouth for her.

6. She stares straight ahead and wipes her cheek. Tears prick her eyes. Be brave, she tells herself, but she looks in the rearview mirror. He stands there alone, watching them drive away. He is staying there at school. They are leaving him! Her husband clears his throat and sniffs. Her heart is tearing, ripping in two. I can’t let him go! He is my son. She looks to heaven, “We are doing this for You.” He says back, “I did the same for you.”

“And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life.” Matthew 19:29 NASB

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Noel Mitaxa 03/05/10
Thank you for these honest snapshots of the courage and persistence it takes to live on the edge for Jesus' sake. God bless you.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/05/10
What a great story of a young man's and his mother's eek moments. I felt for the mother as she left him at school as this is one of the harder things I did as a mother.
william price03/05/10
Way kool. Very smooth, artsy, touching and moving. It was a quiet piece, but earthshattering in its elegance. Gave me a big warm smile. God bless.
Virgil Youngblood 03/05/10
Graphic discriptions of why we must pray for our missionaries. They endure hardships that I, for one, have never imagined.
Allen Stark03/06/10
Wow! Talk about writing from the inside out. It touched some heart strings I didn't realize I had.
Sarah Elisabeth 03/08/10
This piece touches the heart, thanks!
Gregory Kane03/09/10
Yep, that's all happened to us. Whoever wrote this certainly knows what she's talking about!
Although I appreciate that the story is as valid for India as for Africa, I think it would help the reader to be able to set the vignettes within a specific era and location.
Donna Wolther03/09/10
Wonderful in every way. Thank you for sharing with us.
Kate Oliver Webb 03/10/10
I don't use this word often--this piece was awesome! Brought tears to my eyes, gave me chills. Excellent descriptions and atmosphere. Thank you for sharing.
Rachel Phelps03/10/10
Lovely. I was a little jolted by the numbering - personal preference on my part - and perhaps would have preferred simply a larger space between the paragraphs or a bullet instead. Over all, wonderful!
Beth LaBuff 03/10/10
An eye-opening entry to life on the mission field. I enjoyed your vignettes. It makes you appreciate what has been accomplished for Him.

My husband's early years were in Laos, where his parents were missionaries. (he was the youngest of 6 boys). I've heard a few stories too.
Carol Slider 03/10/10
I really like the third person present for stories like these. To me, the slightly detached feel makes the experiences more vivid. I'm definitely a fan of the understated approach to emotional stories. Well done!
Ann Grover03/11/10
Colourful and descriptive... a reminder of the differences far away, and of God's protective, ever-present hands.

(A little distracted by the numerals... Thought each tableau could just "fade" away with "ellipses," perhaps, allowing the reader to merge the images... or reflect deeper.)