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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Guard Your Heart (06/08/12)

TITLE: Blood red ink spots
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06/09/12


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“… You walked away from your first love—why?” – The Message

First Love came long ago. I strolled down a church isle in a bride’s dress; pearly crown and sheer veil graced my head, white patent leather donned my feet. My hands together, pointing upward like an angel in prayer. It was May 17, 1959: I felt so loved… First Love shined on me, marking my “First Communion Day,” the first time I “communed” with Jesus’ body and blood.

When did I stumble away from my walk with Jesus? Why? I meandered down numbing paths of alcohol, narrowly dodging illegal drugs. My “colorful” life found me looking for love in all the wrong places. It took three weddings and divorces before I broke my addiction to love.

Three toddlers stopped my reckless wandering one day when they sang, “Jesus Loves Me.”

That came a year after I’d rounded a bend onto another perilous path—fame. I had reached a peak in journalism, receiving a prestigious award. I didn’t know it then, but Jesus was whittling away at my sin-twisted life. Then came January 1, 2000: I was too burned out to work. I resigned from my pinnacle of power and pride.

Hiding at home, my “writing” was reduced to journal scribbles. One day I spilled red ink on my dusty brown writing counter. The morning sun glared, shining the beading wet liquid into visions of Jesus’ blood dripping on the dirt beneath His cross. That day was July 9, 2000: Jesus knocked on the door of my heart. My heart ripped and let Him in.

Precious Jesus, I thank You for being my First Love. I pray for Your boundless mercy and grace. Show me how to guard my heart; keep my heart singing, “Jesus Loves Me.” Amen.


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 06/15/12
This is lovely. I so enjoyed taking this journey with you.
Leola Ogle 06/15/12
Wow! Thanks for bearing your soul and being so transparent. This was moving. God bless!
Genia Gilbert06/17/12
I enjoyed this entry. Good writing and a tremendous testimony. Thanks for sharing it.
CD Swanson 06/17/12
This was so powerful and it touched my heart. The image of the "spilled red ink" gave me goosebumps. Nicely done. Thank you for sharing your heart. God bless~
Edmond Ng 06/20/12
Thank you for sharing this. The emotions expressed in your writing comes through, showing a heart restored and returned to one's first love.

May the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, guard our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7).

Well done on a nicely written piece.