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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Help (02/20/06)

TITLE: A Small Bit of Blue
By Pat Guy


‘Good Morning, this is God!
I will be handling all your problems today.
I will not need your help –
So, have a good day.’

Jenanne had read this many times, but gave it little thought as she opened the refrigerator door. Her mind was more occupied with her stomach than her heart to pay any attention to the words. And she was in a hurry. She would be late, as usual, for ‘girls day out.’ Little did she know what her mirror had in store for her that morning.

She never looked in the mirror for long. It was only used for the flick of mascara or the sweep of blush, or to brush her glowing red hair – her crowning jewel. But she never, ever looked herself in the eyes. Whether this was conscious or unconscious, it didn’t matter; she avoided them.

With brush in hand, Jenanne smoothed her silky hair as she swept it back to clip it up. She took one last look.

Without warning, her eyes locked with their own image. Words screamed in her face, seized her mind and began squeezing the breath of life from her heart. ‘You don’t belong here. You weren’t supposed to be born. You are the waste product of sin.’

Slow motion eased the hairbrush back to its place and she stood stoic before an image blurred by tears she did not feel. Her fight was ending – she could not look away. I know. God doesn’t want me. He never did. It explains everything.

‘He wouldn’t miss you anyway. What is one less, than the millions He has already?'

I know. I’m not supposed to exist. I’m to make do with crumbs.

She turned away from the arrows of torture pricking her skin.

Jenanne no longer felt like going anywhere. She didn’t care what her excuse sounded like, and maybe the concern of her friends should mean something, but nothing could be stirred within her – she had been fighting this battle far too long and it was time for it to end.

Oh, she knew the right things to do, but that meant she was fighting the battle one more time. A battle she was tired of rising above. I am the dog who eats the crumbs from their Master’s table.* It wasn’t enough anymore. She was through.

She snatched up her laptop to do some research for a project at work – to escape the danger she was close to committing. Fear might not be enough this time, for she was on the edge of closing off her heart. What difference would it make anyway?

Settled on the futon facing her beloved trees, she was off in ‘Cyber World’ for the next hour until she heard, ‘the click.’

‘Ugh! No! No more mail! Just leave me alone!’ Then another ‘click.’ And another. Gritting her teeth, she punched her way back, ‘Okay – what’s going on?’ Two from the friends she begged off, and one that carried a title of a story she had written last year. Now her curiosity was peeked. Maybe someone wants to pay to use it, she hoped.

Opening the email she read,

‘Dear romans1513,

I just wanted to let you know how much your article, ‘No Hope’ has meant to me and how it encouraged me to keep holding on. God let me find it right when I needed it. Thank you so much for writing what God put on your heart. I know it was for me too. BTW, great screen name.


Jenanne grabbed her Bible nearby and found Romans 8:15, ‘For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by Him we cry, Abba, Father.’ Her eyes soaked in every Word now – ‘The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children….we are heirs.’*

Tears … they streamed, they poured, they emptied the emptiness. How did she miss such precious Words? She was a child of The Father! She was an heir, and entitled to all the Promises and Power of The King!

She went to her room, shut the door and bowed before her Father. A small bit of blue flashed through her memory from a few hours earlier,

‘Good Morning!
This is God.
I will be handling all your problems today.
I will not need your help –
So, have a good day.’

’Abba Father,' was all she needed to say.

*Romans 15-17 NIV
*Matthew 15:26-27 NIV

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Laurie Glass 02/27/06
This one had me teary-eyed as I could "feel" your words as I read them. Many will be able to relate to this piece, I'm sure. God has a way of "showing up" at just the right time when we need Him most. This piece is a beautiful reminder of that.
terri tiffany02/27/06
Very nice!! Loved how you started and ended it. It flowed nicely and made me 'feel' her emotion.
Suzanne R02/27/06
Very touching ... and it was great the way you came full circle. Well done.
Debbie Sickler02/28/06
I liked this, but would have liked more explanation as to why she felt like she shouldn't have been born. Was she adopted or did her parents wish they'd gone through with an abortion? A little back ground would help to add depth to the pain. I really liked her own story coming back to bless her through the blessing it gave her reader. :)
Lynda Schultz 03/01/06
A friend gave me a coffee cup with: ‘Good Morning, this is God!
I will be handling all your problems today.
I will not need your help –
So, have a good day.’ on it. The cup serves as a constant reminder that I'm not in charge, either of how I got here, when I leave here, or of anything that happens inbetween. What a blessed relief. Good job.
Jeffrey Snell03/02/06
Wow, great job, gave me goosebumps!! I really appreciate you unveiling her inner struggle so accurately. Only nit--I would've left off the italic "I'm the dog who..."--I already got the earlier reference and felt it was more subtly powerful.

The Scripture she received as the other person's signature floored me! So true--just the way He works! =)
janet rubin03/02/06
Yes, good one. Isn't that just like God- sending a word when we need it. A few sentences could be rewritten for smoother reading, but I liked it a lot. Good job.
Joanne Malley03/02/06
I loved it...the way it was structured as well as written! This one will make many think. I hope this makes it to the top, too. Jo :)
Linda Watson Owen03/02/06
Such a gripping portrayal of a mindset that haunts so many people today. You've captured the tortured self doubt that can only be reversed by looking into the true mirror...Jesus Christ. Wonderful story!
Jan Ackerson 03/02/06
This is great! I love it all, but especially your exploration of her wounded spirit in the beginning, and your compelling title.
Cassie Memmer03/03/06
I know. I understand.
Kenn Allan03/03/06
A wonderful illustration of how God's word is often like a blazing diamond in the mud - and how He steps in sometimes to help us find it. Very well written.
Grace Sempa03/03/06
A griping entry.I felt the emotion all through, you wrote from the heart.
Shari Armstrong 03/04/06
Well written, a touching story of how God can change a heart.
Maxx .03/05/06
Strong writing as always. You are very smooth and take the time to really polish your work up. Excellent emotion and resolution is right on. Great!
Amanda D'costa03/06/06
Very realistic and pertaining to life's struggles and temptation. Your point is very clear and conveys the message that heart of hearts each one is longing to call out 'Abba Father'. Maybe it's encouragement that one needs in times of stress.

Good work! Praise God.
Crista Darr03/07/06
I am so glad I read this piece tonight. I needed to be reminded that my Daddy has it all in control. Love you, Pat. Thanks.
Beth Muehlhausen03/10/06
Confirmation that our writing does affect lives...sometimes even our own!! Well done - I enjoyed reading this, Pat. :-)