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

Four Ways For A Christian Writer To Win A Publishing Package HERE



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: Facepalm (05/15/14)

TITLE: On the Clock
By Susan LeDoux
05/21/14


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

On the Clock

I knew I was shaving it close.

It was one of those days when my to-do list left no wiggle room. Between the second I backed the car out of the garage and the dog’s grooming appointment two hours later,I had to drop off my husband’s suit at the cleaners, pick up my prescription, mail bills, and do the grocery shopping. I closed my eyes and visualized all my destinations, trying to find the straightest route through the maze of my day. I plunked the grocery shopping in the middle of my errand list and drove off.

I may pull this off after all, I thought, as I marched toward the supermarket door after snagging a parking spot near the entrance. Placing my purse on the kiddies’ seat portion of the cart, I reached in to grab my shopping list and felt everything but that one piece of paper. Peering inside, I rooted urgently around its contents but to no avail. Facepalm! I could see it lying where I had left it on the kitchen table.

I hate it when I do dumb things like that.

I ground my teeth and entertained the notion of shopping without it, but my chances of recalling everything – when I couldn’t even remember to bring the list in the first place – were nil. My sigh was more a growl as I surrendered my grand parking spot to return home for the list.

I promised myself I was going to sail through this store in record time when I returned 15 minutes later. I was just reaching for a grapefruit when I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned to see Marcia from my quilting circle at church clutching the handle of her cart that was parked just behind me. Her hair, usually salon perfect, looked like an explosion in a wheat silo and really, there was no way her striped slacks could have gone with the floral fabric of her blouse. She must have seen the curiosity on my face, because she began to speak in a rush of words, even though I really had no time to chat. No time at all.

“Oh, it’s so good to see a friend!” Marcia’s hand flew to her hair. “I know I must look a fright, but it’s been a horrendous week. I got a phone call at four in the morning a week ago telling me Mom had a stroke. Dad’s a wreck, of course and I’ve been running between the hospital and the house, trying to take care of Dad and keep up with Mom. It hurts so much to see her laying there, her right side paralyzed. I don’t know what will happen or how Dad will manage.”

Marcia shook her head, fighting tears. My heart broke for her. I reached my arms around her and held her tight, right there in the produce department.

“It’s so hard when these things happen,” I said, patting her back. “You remember what I went through with my parents last year. But somehow God gets us through even when we can’t see how.” I looked into her eyes and smiled. “And He uses friends to help,” I added.

After I slammed the trunk lid down over my grocery bags and slid behind the wheel of the car, I moved the drug store and post office errands to after the dog’s appointment.Spending time with Marcia had blown my schedule to pieces but I realized something wonderful.

I would have arrived too early at the supermarket for the divine appointment with her had I not forgotten my grocery list. God had that meeting planned all along and comforting her turned out to be best of what I was supposed to do that day.

I grinned as I turned on the ignition and whispered, “God, I love the way You work.”


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 114 times
Member Comments
Member Date
CD (Camille) Swanson 05/22/14
Perfect message! God's timing not "ours." Well written and well done!

God bless~
Lois Farrow05/22/14
Great article. Nicely done to highlight that our mishaps are often of God to have us in that right place at the right time.
Joe Moreland05/24/14
This one really made me smile. Not in humor, but in that warm fuzzy way that only happens when God has intervened in a life. I love how well you captured the busy day you had planned and how it all had to go up in flames for God's plan.

The best part is you actually did it. I would like to believe I would do the same, but there's a 50-50 chance I would have been in such a rush that I would have never engaged the other person in conversation long enough to find out what they were going through. I pray I'll be more like your MC and really aware of when God is trying to use me to help someone else.

Great job!
Lisa Johnson 05/24/14
Yes, thank God for divine appointments.
Judith Gayle Smith05/26/14
Our Lord is beyond simple comprehension. His timing, His watchfulness unbelievable. To be witness to such moments are akin to watching a miracle unfold. I love this.
Graham Insley 05/29/14
I know you say it is fiction, but it reads as being so true -- I guess because God often works this way and because it is well written.

Blessings.
CD (Camille) Swanson 05/29/14
Congratulations!
God bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 05/29/14
Congratulations on ranking 5th in your level and 12 overall. The highest rankings can be found on the message boards.