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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Repeat (01/24/13)

TITLE: Deja Vu
By Frankie Kemp
01/27/13


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ME (in a moment of frustration):
Iím tired. Iím finished. Iíve had enough. Thereís nothing left. Itís all been taken and mocked. Iím done. I donít know why I ever tried.

Iíve tried to guide my childrenó Iíve loved and given up so much for them, but they continue to run the other way. Why did I do it? Because I couldnít help itótheyíll always be my children, even though they think they are grown! Because I want good for them! Because I thought it would work. It hasnít. It has only turned and bit me. Iím sick and tired of being bit.

You have to be careful loving people too much. Theyíll rip your heart out of your chest and chew it up and spit it out.

I am giving up trying. They can have what they want. I am going to disappear. Then who will they blame when they end up in a mess? I wonít be here for them to blame. Maybe then theyíll take a look at how they got there.

Iíve even tried to talk myself into a positive attitude. That didnít work either. It only came back and mocked me, too.

GOD:
Going it alone again, I see . . .

ME:
Seems like I have to. A LOT.

GOD:
Really? What do you really mean, Child?

ME:
Well, where are you? I thought you had my back. How CAN this look like you having my back?

GOD:
What do you really want, Child?

ME:
What does that mean? Lord, You know what I want. I want them to do right.

GOD:
What hurts you?

ME:
When they wonít listen. When they reject what I say. When they say terrible things to me about the wisdom I give them. When they totally misunderstand everything they do let me say. When they shut me out and wonít talk to me. When they run away from me. When they are so stubborn they wonít accept the truth. When they donít really see --when they donít trust what I tell them . . . . When you donít make them.


GOD:
Hhmmm. . . Do you know who you sound a lot like?

ME:
Myself. Feeling sorry for myself. AGAIN. I know. Iím not as smart as I think. I am not You. I am not perfect, myself. I make my own wrong choices all the time. I have my own faults to work out. I know . . .Iíve heard all this from them.

GOD:
Thatís not what I was going to say. Who else would possibly understand how you hurt about your children? Who else would say those words?

ME:
Other parents, I guess. Other parents who love their children and want the best for them.

GOD:
Who is the perfect parent?

ME:
Well, evidently itís not me. The perfect parent would know how to deal with this situation. The perfect parent would probably have children who talked to them and listened to them.

GOD:
You think so? Who really is THE PERFECT PARENT?

ME:
I see your point, Lord. Iím not perfect and none of us is. Weíre all going to have our different versions of ďfailure.Ē

GOD:
No, youíre still missing it. Let me repeat the question. Who is THE PERFECT PARENT?

ME:
(Trembling and humility after the opening of blind eyes) You are.

GOD:
Yes. Whoís in charge?

ME:
You are.

GOD:
Why do you love and where does it come from?

ME:
You. Itís all about You.

GOD:
Who is their Father?

ME:
You are, and youíre mine, too. Youíre so much better at it than I am.

GOD:
Do you believe it?

ME:
Yea, I do. I really do.

GOD:
Good. Show me.

ME:
How?

GOD:
Trust me with them and love them like I do.

ME:
How? Isnít that what Iíve been doing?

GOD:
Sometimes.

ME:
How do I love them like you love them?

GOD:
How have I loved you?

ME:
You gave me Jesus, you see me, you listen, you correct me in love. . .Will you help me?

GOD:
Definitely. Iíll repeat directions as often as needed. Remember, I loved them first. I always have. Theyíre not yours. They are mine. Whose sheep are they?

ME:
Sigh. Yours . . . I know. I just want to protect them.

GOD:
Whoís in charge of protection?

ME:
You are.

GOD:
Yours, too. Trust me. Now come here and let me wipe those tears.


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Camille (C D) Swanson 01/31/13
I can see this being done in my church. Nicely done, and nicely told. Great message and clever use of the topic.

God bless~
lynn gipson 02/04/13
Oh, this touched my heart. I can relate to this in so many ways.

Excellent writing and even better message. Thanks you.

Blessings, Lynn
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/06/13
I was mesmerized by this delightful exchange with God. I found myself chuckling and then nodding my head in agreement. I'm sure there are many who can see their own reflection in your words.