It’s Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge co-hosted by my dear Colleen and Ronovan and today’s theme is TRUST. I decided to give them two for the price of one. So here’s me attempting a fiction and what I love, poetry! http://silverthreading.com/2016/03/30/writers-quote-wednesday-writing-challenge-trust/
Reaching out his fingers, it nestles safely in Momma’s hands, smiling back at her knowingly as he puts his right leg forward, “I need to hurry across, I’m almost late for school. Mrs Allen had promised chocolates to everyone that came in before the bell rang today.” Grrrrrgghhhh, honk honk and swash as the car skidded towards the other end, Momma pulls me back to the kerb. “That’s a Zebra crossing for goodness sake! What’s up with you, dude?!” She yelled after the passing car.
Momma (my grand-ma), rarely called someone a ‘dude’, except in admiration or exasperation and this didn’t feel like no admiration, Momma was angry. I hate to be the one on the receiving end. Thump, and off she heads to the sky blue Mercedes-Benz that had come to a grinding halt. The driver was clearly agitated and afraid that he had hit me, oblivious of my grand-ma walking furiously towards him waving her weapon – the nude clutch bag my dad gave her for Christmas, before going off-shore. On sighting me somewhat shaken, standing on the school side of the road and staring down at my shiny black Clarks, the Mercedes-Benz driver heaved a sigh of relief; goes on his knees, shoulders bowed, he began to weep.
Out came the frustration from the sack letter he got last night, another from the quarrel with his wife (of 15 years) over his forgetting to buy milk for Missy and Jerry (the cats) on his way from work. Out came his anger at God for letting things go terribly wrong on his birthday…
“Why God? Why? You could have chosen another day You know!” he sobbed.
Momma stopped in her tracks, lowering her raised bag, the words dropped in her spirit; from a heart filled with compassion for one that nearly knocked down her grandson, Bennie, she says to him “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him. – Job 13:15. Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10″ and walks back to Bennie whose mouth was open in amazement at what had transpired. “Let’s go get some chocolates, dude!”.
Coming at me from above and everyside
Finding no place to hide, I take it in stride
How long can I hold up this fight
When everything in me says ‘flight’
Whispers so soft and clear say “wait,
In Me, you need not pursue haste.
I had promised to be with you till late
How else can I get you to walk in faith?”
It’s hard I can see, my past testifies
Though the storm rages, and fire flies
Though stretched and pulled in all direction
I’ll trust You alone, it’s my life’s mission!
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