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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Home (01/09/06)

TITLE: Go Home and Forget (A True Story)
By Julianne Jones
01/12/06


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Glenda stared through her tears at the darkness ahead, her child cradled in her lap. Beside her, her husband Tim appeared to concentrate fiercely on the road. They’d passed no traffic for miles, but never once had his eyes wavered from the road.

“Do you think we’ll ever take her home again?” Glenda ventured to ask.

She brushed the top of her child’s head with her lips and looked at her husband, the doctor’s angry words still fresh in her memory.

“This child should have seen a doctor weeks ago.”

Despite their protests that they had taken her to a doctor many times over the preceding weeks the doctor refused to believe that his locum had failed to correctly diagnose the child’s illness.

“Get her to a hospital right now. If you’d done that earlier she might have had a chance of surviving. But now …”

Glenda swiped at tears with her sleeve as they approached the edge of town. There were cars now. She wondered about the people in the cars: were they going home? Would the three of them drive this way again – going home?

Tim’s voice surprised her. He was praying out loud. “Lord, we thank You for our baby girl. We thank You that You know the plans You have for her life – for all our lives. Plans to give us hope and a future. We thank You that our son is already safely in Your care and that we will see him again one day. Father, we just pray for Your strength and comfort in the hours and days ahead. And Father, we plead for our child’s life. If it is Your will, we ask that You spare her life – that the doctors and nurses will be able to give her the care she needs. … But not our will, but Yours be done.”

Tim turned to face her now. “It will be okay. Whatever happens, it will be okay.”

Glenda nodded dumbly as they turned into the hospital grounds. Suddenly nurses in starched uniforms were lifting her baby from her arms. She wanted to protest. Just one more hug, please. They’d taken her son away without her ever having held him – were they now going to take her daughter away forever also?

Gently Tim helped her from the car and they entered the waiting area. A form was thrust into their hands and they took their time answering the questions. This might be the last thing they did for their daughter while she still breathed.

Soon a nurse came to take the form from them and shook her head when they plied her with questions. Glenda stood and started wandering aimlessly around the waiting room. Tim sat with his head in his hands. She knew he was praying again. A doctor entered the room and immediately she tensed.

“How is she?” Tim asked the question she couldn’t form.

“She’s in a serious condition. I don’t know if there’s anything we can do for her. I suggest you go home and forget about all this.”

“What?” Glenda almost screamed the word.

“If she survives – and it’s a big if – not many children survive an illness like this, especially one that’s been untreated for so long – she’ll be severely brain damaged and will need to be institutionalized. So my advice is to go home and forget about her.”

Tim caught Glenda as she sagged against him. “That’s not an option, doctor. My wife and I will fight for this child’s life. She will not be institutionalized nor will she be forgotten.”

The doctor shrugged and it was then that Glenda saw the lines of weariness and concern on his face. “Suit yourself. Visiting hours are at three in the afternoon.”

Glenda watched as he turned on his heel and left the room. “How could he say something like that?”

“Just doing his job I guess. Let’s ask a nurse if we can see her, then we’ll go home. We’ll come back tomorrow.”

“What if she dies while we’re gone?”

“I’m going to stop on the way home and get the pastor to organize people to pray. But I promise you this, whatever happens, our daughter will be going home.”

“Home here …” and her voice faltered, “or in heaven?”

He held her close. “Only God knows that at this stage. We just need to trust that He’ll do what’s best. For all of us.”

And with that they went to kiss their daughter goodbye.

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Author’s Note: In 1967, Meningitis was a serious disease; especially when the patient was a 2-year-old who had been ill for weeks before the illness was correctly diagnosed. With much prayer, Glenda and Tim’s daughter survived and went on to live a normal life. This story was written for my parents who refused to give up on me and who continued to trust God even when things seemed hopeless.


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Carla Feagans01/17/06
Thank you so much for sharing your story. What a terrible thing for that doctor to say. Thank the good Lord that your parents relied on Him instead of their doctor, and that you are here today to write this story. I was moved to tears.
Kevin Kindrick01/17/06
Truly powerful. This brought tears to my eyes, and few entries do that. Thank you for sharing, and for showing that there is, truly, Hope. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

God bless,

Kevin
Leslie Lamb01/18/06
The phrase, "For such a time as this" comes to mind. Use your gift of writing and share your story for God has a plan for you!
Venice Kichura01/18/06
This piece deserves to place!
Shari Armstrong 01/18/06
What a wonderful story of faith - thank you for sharing this with us!
Jan Ackerson 01/18/06
Beautifully written--so full of faith.
Ann Grover01/18/06
Beautifully written story of courage and faith... thank you.
Pat Guy 01/18/06
Wow! What a testimony - you are a living miracle who was meant to write this piece! Great job!
Cassie Memmer01/19/06
Wonderfully written story! Thanks!
Val Clark01/19/06
A precious story, all the more so because it is about someone we know! Thank you for enterng into the experience of your parents and sharing it.
Crista Darr01/19/06
Absolutely beautiful, tender, and full of faith. It's a testimony of Hope. I love it!
Maxx .01/21/06
This was quite a moving piece with a wonderful message of hope and renewal.... and true, to boot! Excellent work!
Lynda Lee Schab 01/21/06
Wow! And Double Wow! What an awesome testimony of the power of prayer! Beautifully written. Thanks so much for sharing your story.
Blessings, Lynda
Suzanne R01/22/06
It was a lovely touching story, but when I got to the bottom and learned that it was YOU, wow ... it suddenly became so much more special.

Friends of mine are waiting to deliver their baby daughter, whom they've been told will not live long outside, and in the unlikely event that she does, will be severely mentally retarded. Many of us, their friends, are pleading for a miracle too. Otherwise she too will be going home.

A special story ... and for me, it comes at a special time. Thanks.
Debbie Sickler01/22/06
Wow. I assumed you were writing the story of family friends. Then to read that you were the little girl made it that much more touching.

I loved the lines: "Just one more hug, please. They’d taken her son away without her ever having held him – were they now going to take her daughter away forever also?" I can't even begin to imagine the fear in your mother's heart.

This was such an engaging story and you wrote it very effectively. Great job Jules and I'm sooo glad your parent's were full of faith.
B Brenton01/23/06
Oh, Julianne. This was such a touching story.
I'm really glad you shared it and reminded us all to have hope, no matter what people of the world have to say about it.
Beautiful.