Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Join Faith
Writers
Forum
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Get Our Daily Devotional             Win A Publishing Package             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Singing (10/31/05)

TITLE: The sacrifice of Praise
By
11/04/05


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

The Sacrifice of Praise.

I clamped my jaw and kept my mouth firmly shut. I just had to, afraid that if I opened my mouth a wail would come out rather than a song. Especially the song the congregation was singing now, 'There is love, deep as the ocean…'
Was it really there, that all-encompassing love the worshipers extolled? Why couldn't I experience it, especially now, when I needed it so badly?
Tears welled up, a sob escaped through my determinedly compressed lips, and I ran and fled the church, humiliated and disgraced by my emotions once again.
I fiddled with the catch of the car, my trembling hands making it nearly impossible to fit the key in the lock. Before I had the chance to open the door, I felt an arm around my shoulders. Blindly I turned and accepted the comforting embrace of my husband.
"Hush, honey, hush," he soothed, cradling me.
"Why?" I wailed. "Why? Am I so bad? Are we being punished?"
"No, honey. Don't talk like that. Don't even think like that. You know that's not what it is."
"Then why?" I challenged again.
"I don't know any more than you do. We'll just have to be patient."
Rearing back I struggled out of his hold, incredulous. "We just have to be patient? We've been married for ten years. I just had my fourth miscarriage, and you tell me I just have to be patient?"

The worst of the grief passed eventually, as it always did. I could sing in church again, although not as full throated as I used to. It was an effort of will, a conscious determination, to praise the Lord, but I did it.

A friend told me of a nutritional regime she'd heard of, which helped women to become pregnant. I decided to try it, of course, just as I had tried everything else I'd heard about or read about to help a successful pregnancy.

And now? I'm singing praises to the Lord all the time. I even use them as a lullaby for our wonderful baby boy.
We called him Isaac, which means, 'laughter followed.'
It is so true, laughter did follow all the tears. My favorite song now is, 'Set free to worship, I'm set free, to praise Him…I'll laugh, I'll dance, I'll shout and sing, Halleluiah, amen, let the praises ring.'
I sing or hum that song all day long.


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 551 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Linda Watson Owen11/13/05
What a wonderful testimony to God's care and loving favor! Well told story!