I previously published this short story back in 2011; but decided to re-post it as I have not had the time to write any more fiction.
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The gnarled hand, bent by years of hard labor and arthritis, lay against the thin pages as she read the words printed there.
“For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.”
Pale blue eyes lifted from the Book to the horizon where the first rays of the rising sun were just peeking above the hills.
After all these years of living, what was there to hope for? she asked herself.
She had lost a baby girl at birth. The pain of that loss still crept into her heart if she allowed it.
One son had died in an auto accident shortly after graduating from high school, leaving a grief almost too sharp to bear.
Then, just last year, her husband finally lost his years-long battle with cancer leaving an emptiness that had been filled with love and laughter for 50 years.
So many losses, so much pain.
Where was that in all of this heartache?
She lowered her eyes to the pages before her and continued to read.
“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”
What good had come from her life, from the pain of missing loved ones that have gone on before?
What did she have now?
An aging body that gave her continuous pain and a bone-deep tiredness that was never-ending. An empty house that echoed with silence.
She thought for a minute, waiting for her heart to find the answers.
She looked back over her life, comparing her faith before and after each loss, each trial; and saw the good in the growing of that faith. Each time she drew closer to the Lord, strengthening her trust and her walk with Him.
She looked back down and her eyes fell on other verses.
“… in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
She sighed deeply.
There was the hope.
She loved God. Jesus was her Lord. Nothing could ever separate her from Him. She had the promise…the hope…of an eternity spent with Him.
That was all the hope that a body needed, one that was worth the pain of this life. A hope that would be patiently waited for.
© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2011