Friday Fiction: Ch-Ch-Cha-Changes

I pulled out another "unfinished" FaithWriters challenge entry (for the topic "Hmph") this week, and decided the reason I couldn't write an ending was because it was good just as it is. Too bad I didn't realize that back then. :)

(The following story is written in 1st person, but is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people or places are coincidental. I'm very glad my church is NOT like the one on my story. :) )


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CH-CH-CHA-CHANGES

I saw my husband waiting in “our” pew – his balding head a little higher than most of the crowd.

When I spotted Aiesha half-way down the aisle, I squealed and grinned. We’d met at a Ladies Tea this past Tuesday, and she'd been on my heart all week.

Lots of people I invite say they’ll come to worship, but hardly any of them make good on their promise. But here was Aiesha, crossing the invisible barriers of race and status erected by man to step into the hope of God’s love.

Friday Fiction: This Stuff's Not Easy

Welcome to Fiction Friday!

Thank you Karlene for letting me host this week!

Anyone can play - all you need is someplace on the web (like a blog) to post something you've written - a short story, an excerpt from a WIP, or poetry. Then come back here and add a link on the Linky Tool at the bottom. Be sure to follow the other inks to a sampling of fiction by some excellent authors.

I didn't enter this piece for the current FaithWriters challenge. I was playing with a new format, and I know I need to give my characters more character. Please consider this a first-draft of an experiment, and I thank you for being my guinea pigs.

Peace and Love,
Cat

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THIS STUFF'S NOT EASY

“You can’t write this.”

“Uh, duh, Mama, it’s already written. You’re obviously holding it.”

“You know what I mean – publish it, print it, whatever. I can’t believe you wrote this.”

“Why not? People like to read about stuff like this. Scandal sells.”

Word Filled Wednesday: Look to the birds...

If I started keeping count, I wonder if the number of times I've grumbled that there was "nothing" to eat would win out over the number of times I've thanked God for providing the food in my cupboard. I could wear my voice out singing God's praises, and still not begin to thank Him enough for all the blessings He has bestowed upon me. 

Oh, how He loves me!

Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
Matthew 6:26

For more encouragement, follow the links at Lori's blog, All You Have To Give . If you don't go for the links, please go to look at her blog. It's so pretty! :-)



Counting my blessings,
Cat

Catrina Bradley  
"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes." Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Word Filled Wednesday: Psalm 17:6

Sometimes (like lately), I don't know what else to do but fall on my face before the Lord of mercy, grace and healing, and beg Him to hear me and comfort me. Reading the Psalms reminds me that I am not alone.

I have called upon You, for You will hear me, O God; 

Incline Your ear to me, [and] hear my speech.

Psalm 17:6

Word Filled Wednesday is hosted this week by PennyRaine. Visit her blog for more visual inspiration!!

Be blessed,
Cat

Catrina Bradley  
"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes." Psalm 18:24 (Msg)