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Topic: It's a Colorful World (12/03/09)
- TITLE: The Room Of Many Colors
By Jill McGehee
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Have you ever had something that just keeps popping up in your head, nagging and nagging until you finally do something about it. Then it feels like a ton of bricks have been lifted off your shoulders?
The second of four bedrooms in our home is right next to mine. I have to walk past this dreary room everyday. I try not to look at it, but I always stop and think to my self that I have to do something to this room. It's so bland and needless to say absolutely no color what so ever.
So the nagging continued, but at the time I didn't know it was the small voice that was speaking me. God was trying to talk to me. Until finally one Sunday afternoon when my two boys were playing I gave into the pestering and went on a mission to get this room ready for my step-daughter. She stayed with us on alternant weekends, so that weekend in particular was perfect . Having Shelby on the weekends was great, I always called her the "Peace Maker" it seemed that when she was around that my two boys and her always got along beautifully.
On with the mission, I continued until I had moved a twin bed in there, put a flowered bed spread in there and a chest of drawers. Hung a few pictures and felt a little better about the room, but it was still so plain, and lacked a rainbow of color. I completed getting the room ready, as far as I could. With a plan I thought next weekend would be a splendid time for her and I to hit some garage sales and let her pick out some things that would display her attitude and personality. She would be so surprised.
Two days before the coming of the weekend, my husband and I received a phone call from The Department of Human Services letting us know that Shelby had been taken from her mother and stepfather because of abuse. Our world had suddenly turned upside down. Going from only being at our home on weekends turned into we now have custody of Shelby. Awaiting trails I had no where to turn, but to God. I knew there was a God, but my faith had been lacking to say the very least. God was in control, not the system, not the judge. Her mother could get away with this with only a slap on the wrist. I couldn't look down anymore, only up. I prayed feverishly that God would grant us custody, that Shelby could have a loving home with feeling safe and not having to wonder who or when the abuse would happen.
My prayers were answered. The dreary room was now colorful, with moving all of her things from her old home to our home, she created her own theme. God was speaking to me when he was telling me to get that room ready. He already knew the plans that were being made. I have thanked God everyday for my many blessings including that room, the room of many colors. I am thankful I see many different outfits sprayed across the floor because she can't decide what to where, music to loud, teen posters on every inch of the wall, all different shades of lip gloss, ribbon, bows and hair ties displayed all over the dresser and a Barbie blanket that hangs over her window and with the outside light that shines in, it aluminates Barbie and I see a Princess that now occupies the room that I had disliked so much.
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