I used to participate in this writing challenge each week. I have missed it and have decided that I am going to start again. Care to join me?
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Here’s how it works:
Every Thursday, a one-word prompt will be announced here on Kate's blog at 10pm EST.
The link-up is open for a full week, until the following Thursday evening.
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The word this week is test.
I remember times I've been tested. When I am given enough time to think about it I know I will figure it out.
This test was in October of 1974. I was pregnant with my second child. I was in a horrible marriage. We fought all the time. He hit me. He gambled. We were in debt. Why was I pregnant again? When all I wanted to do was take my 3 year old child and leave. Why was God letting this happen.
One day I had a dream. I dreamed the new baby died. I dreamed we never held her. We never heard her cry. It was a test. We needed to change our lives. I told this dream to my (then) husband. He laughed! He said "you are crazy". He assured me I didn't know what I was talking about. Nothing was going to change.
And then I went into labor. And delivered a stillborn daughter. It was a test. Were we going to pass the test? What was it God wanted me to do? What was it he wanted me to learn? Was it to get out of this bad marriage? Was it to keep trying? I didn't have the faith or the courage to ask and listen.
Instead, I stayed in the marriage. I was to return to the clinic for a tubal ligation. We had discussed it before the baby had been stillborn. This is what I wanted. The doctor was to do the tubal on the day after she was born. But he wouldn't. He told me to wait. And to decide if I really wanted to go through with it. I was a mere 24 years old. I returned to the clinic for the required blood work for my operation several months later. There would not be a tubal ligation at this time. Because I was pregnant!! I wasn't happy. I was being tested. Once again.
9 months later I delivered the sweetest baby boy. My second son. This boy (he is now 40+) is my rock. He is the one I lean on. He has helped me through so much. God knew what he was doing. I passed the test.
When I feel I am being tested I remember Psalm 23 (my favorite)
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for you are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me."