Whatchamacallme: Umm... This didn't turn out exactly how I had expected it to be. I had originally meant for this to be a song fic for Mark Shultz's song "Do You Even Know Me Anymore" on his CD Stories and Songs. It was going to be a woman talking to God about how she had strayed and she didn't know God anymore. Well, it's definitely not that. It's more of a woman trying to find God in all the wrong places, and finally goes to the right place. Well, Relax and Read.
If anyone has a better name for this, please tell me.
Also, this is not directed at anyone in particular. I did not write it to show that Christians are better than everyone. I did not write thisfor any other reason than I like to write. So, if you don't agree with what it says, and you feel like I'm shoving something down your throat, well, you're wrong; I'm not. I don't believe people should shove each other's beliefs down anybody else's throat.
Lost but Found
The young woman walked up the aisle slowly as memories of her childhood flitted though her mind. Her parents were quite strict when it came to religion; they went to church every Sunday and Wednesday whether their children wanted to or not. So, when the young woman moved out when she was only 18, she purposely did not go to a church, to the displeasure of her parents.
She now remembered the time when she truly believed in God and the Bible, all those years ago. Then she remembered the time when she opened her eyes and knew beyond a doubt it was all a scam. She remembered the tears she cried when she realized there wasn't a God; the knowledge had cut into her young heart, she was only 10 at the time.
Now she in a church again, searching for something she no longer knew. When she reached the front, she hit her knees.
God, thought she, are... are you really there? I've searched everywhere else for an answer. I've tried drugs and alcohol. I've looked in books to better my life. Nothing has filled this hole in my heart. I remembered when I was young, I was happy. Blissfully happy. I tried to figure out what I was missing, but no one could tell me. I looked, and---
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
The young woman turned to find who had interrupted her thoughts. It was a middle-aged woman, dressed nicely in slacks and a dress shirt. She forced back the tears that were threatening to spill and shook her head, "No, I'm... lost."
The woman smiled, "You've come to the right place. Do you want to talk about it?"
She thought a moment and nodded.
The woman smiled again and helped the younger woman to her feet. "Let's sit on a pew to talk; it's a lot more comfortable than the floor."
The young woman couldn't contain herself anymore so she explained everything. By the time she was done, her mascara had run down her face.
All this time the older woman had said nothing but had nodded her head occasionally. After the young woman had finished, she began to explain God, Jesus, and His wonderful Gift.
The young woman listened intently; hoping with her whole heart that she hasn't missed out on this Gift God is so willingly giving out.
"How... how do I accept this Gift?" the young woman asked.
The older woman smiled, "It only takes a prayer asking Christ into your heart."
Whatchamacallme: Review if you are not going to bash me. I want advice on how to improve my writing, not on what I should or shouldn't believe. I try not to do this to others, so I expect people to try not to do this to me. Thank you, Christ Bless!