Post by MSMFDawn on Feb 7, 2008 0:36:59 GMT -5
God’s Handy-Work
By: Tha
A family of five in the large world, struggling to make their keep, this is the story of God’s work at hand.
Snow rang in, like the cold chime of bells in the church pews. Large unforgiving flakes, and a dreadful cold that posses the power to frost your lungs in their rhythmic state, fell to the icy ground; winter had begun to settle itself in. The snow was an on-and-off affair with the city, and this cold seducer brought with it the power of the warm Chinook’s to break the cold, eager to set in. Nature battled constantly with the unforgiving winter that willed itself into the cities walls. The snow would hardly last long on the ground, but the gray-rock like sun did not press its heat upon the face of the iced earth.
November looked constantly exasperated with itself, the crunch of leaves turned to mulch, and the echo of Hallows Eve’s passing continued to pursue the ending fall. The sun would refuse to be warm, and the sky would refuse to stop condensing small strenuous snowflakes to billow onto the ground. Each would be made in their own formation, painfully squeezed from the skies perimeter, and dance from the heavens only to perish before landing. Eventually a small layer of snow coated the ground in triumph, but instead of white and blindingly bright with the inset of winter, it was brown and sadly reproducing with the wet mud beneath its lazy body. Unable to keep its grasp throughout the whole of November, winter seemed to be weary of strength, at the exception of its pursuing cold.
A family of five: a single-mother, her sister, only son, and two daughters; live in this city. Each day facing a challenge and the strength of love to carry them through, their hope and will power the only things that keep them running on day-to-day basis. Now names are of no importance to this tale, everyone in this world has some type of identity; although for the purpose of this story names hold no significance. God’s work does not take a title, neither will the people involved.
The family in question here make do with very little. As mentioned before, love and hope are the sources of their daily lives. The saying, “to stretch a penny” or “you cannot make a dollar out of fifty cents” does apply. The family has been through a great amount, all accounts whether good or bad take their toll, on battering and repairing these hearts. Money as a question of survival is quite scarce in this family, but every little does the trick to keep a warm roof over their heads, and a hearty meal to warm the stomach. Each rely their selves on the other, and love layers thick to hold their faith in one another strong. Christmas on the sudden approach seemed dreadful, on the account that there was no extra money to be had to make the Christmas as it once had been, comfortable and affordable. Stress and tension could be choked on if not taken with care. There was so much to be done in order to make Christmas the holiday in which it makes its claim. Sudden resolve set in, and in the eyes of the mother she had let the family down. Apologies flew, buzzing in the ears of the members all around with the perplexity of her dismissal against herself. There was no reason to support these apologies, it was never her fault to begin with, but she took the blame on heavy shoulders. A burden that many youth would not understand, and make their own dismissals for these actions. The truth of her not being at fault strung itself against her, but was dismissed with her immediate decision that it was.
Scraping up each penny and stretching it to its full capacity just for groceries suggested that Christmas would not be at the very top of the priority list. Although the bull-headed mother still kept this perspective in view (a very stubborn and loveable woman), and the smallest children were thankful for this fact. In the eldest’s eyes, Christmas would be fine with a dinner, and the tradition of family. There were secrets about Christmas no one would believe but she knew these and took pride in that knowledge. She believed the spirit of Christmas himself would make the solution apparent. Christmas would be whole either way. The knowledge of the penny-stretching caused an effect to bias her decisions on this matter and make her mind even more clear that Christmas would be the same as ever even without the traditional large round of gifts. In the past this family had done very well for themselves, although each year was a struggle in itself Christmas was the one holiday nothing could tear down, no man, monster or otherwise could destroy this. Spirits held high, as the stack of gifts beneath a freshly cut tree, the days were not as long but still stretching its pocketed change to its fullest. In these new days, things are a little tighter, just like the smiles that hide some of the pain that human cruelty has thrown toward them.
Days grew shorter, each with a non-significant ending, and the powerful stride of winter laying darkness before six. Each day may have been shorter in light, but the hours still ran slowly against the iron hands of time. Although the days still crept at a stride on the calendar suggesting Decembers’ icy breath had swept up the ascending days until Christmas. The more the holiday growing closer, the more stress filled their humble abode. Surely enough the rest of the family, on the outer skirts of their lives were peering in, watching their struggles analyzing in proximity each penny stretched. Not only the other family were watching, and under so many, many eyes there were some that took into consideration their situation, family or non-family as they were.
Now, many people in this world may have over looked these struggles for the little family of five, but some like the few who helped them would decide against over-looking any piece of heartache that occurs. Another source- these watchful eyes- on the outside, they took to account what they could do. They made their hypothesis, and set up their analysis, and concluded to take action. The little family did not realize that all this was happening on the outside, how they should know that so many others would care so to endear themselves into their lives. Humbled by their decisions, they adopted this family.
On Christmas morning, the children woke to find that somehow Santa, and the rest of the family managed to deliver the Christmas that was almost lost; presents wise (in some eyes it would be, the eldest thought not). Colourfully wrapped gifts mounted the tree, and hugged the door way where the tree stood. Each stocking was placed on the sofa, and other chairs in the living room, overly full with small toys and other gifts the jolly old man in red must have brought. A small light crept under the venetian blinds, and the small matted layers of snow on the ground glinted sadly. Christmas had still come, but the family was grateful for the extra’s that were a reminder to the memories of the large extravagant Christmas’ before. A sheer glow of happiness glittered, putting the snows attempts to shame, and the hearts of the family were warmed to their very cores. A fiery light lit the pupils of the wide-eyed children, thus brightening the looks of the two strong-women, their parents. Christmas was whole and the gratitude expressed was immense, and intent. There would be some sort of thank-you in store for the Santa-family, who adopted them.
Many people in the world still go without Christmas at all, because there is no one to believe in it, and no income to provide for its demands. But the people like this very Santa-family are the people who bring to them hope once more, and restore their faith in the holiday. Although the family-of-five was in slight difference, their spirits of Christmas go un-battered in this life. A helping hand was held out, and although pride may have taken its position, it did not. No matter how hard the situation, this little family has found a way, and the Santa-family let their faith guide them to be just as persistent in life. Their un-wavering hand, dipped in the pool of empathy, brightened a dim-flame of a spirit that just needed more fuel. And to them, and all the other Santa-families in this life, I bid my gratitude; for without them and the strength of the people like in the family of five; there would be no hope to guide the rest through. Take action, and perseverance to your heart, and listen closely it holds the answers to each burning desire, and each heartache you feel; whether your own or another’s.
God’s work is mysterious, as he works in mysterious ways as they say. Love is the strongest gift of all,
And it goes unwavering,
Do not let it go unnoticed.
By: Tha
A family of five in the large world, struggling to make their keep, this is the story of God’s work at hand.
Snow rang in, like the cold chime of bells in the church pews. Large unforgiving flakes, and a dreadful cold that posses the power to frost your lungs in their rhythmic state, fell to the icy ground; winter had begun to settle itself in. The snow was an on-and-off affair with the city, and this cold seducer brought with it the power of the warm Chinook’s to break the cold, eager to set in. Nature battled constantly with the unforgiving winter that willed itself into the cities walls. The snow would hardly last long on the ground, but the gray-rock like sun did not press its heat upon the face of the iced earth.
November looked constantly exasperated with itself, the crunch of leaves turned to mulch, and the echo of Hallows Eve’s passing continued to pursue the ending fall. The sun would refuse to be warm, and the sky would refuse to stop condensing small strenuous snowflakes to billow onto the ground. Each would be made in their own formation, painfully squeezed from the skies perimeter, and dance from the heavens only to perish before landing. Eventually a small layer of snow coated the ground in triumph, but instead of white and blindingly bright with the inset of winter, it was brown and sadly reproducing with the wet mud beneath its lazy body. Unable to keep its grasp throughout the whole of November, winter seemed to be weary of strength, at the exception of its pursuing cold.
A family of five: a single-mother, her sister, only son, and two daughters; live in this city. Each day facing a challenge and the strength of love to carry them through, their hope and will power the only things that keep them running on day-to-day basis. Now names are of no importance to this tale, everyone in this world has some type of identity; although for the purpose of this story names hold no significance. God’s work does not take a title, neither will the people involved.
The family in question here make do with very little. As mentioned before, love and hope are the sources of their daily lives. The saying, “to stretch a penny” or “you cannot make a dollar out of fifty cents” does apply. The family has been through a great amount, all accounts whether good or bad take their toll, on battering and repairing these hearts. Money as a question of survival is quite scarce in this family, but every little does the trick to keep a warm roof over their heads, and a hearty meal to warm the stomach. Each rely their selves on the other, and love layers thick to hold their faith in one another strong. Christmas on the sudden approach seemed dreadful, on the account that there was no extra money to be had to make the Christmas as it once had been, comfortable and affordable. Stress and tension could be choked on if not taken with care. There was so much to be done in order to make Christmas the holiday in which it makes its claim. Sudden resolve set in, and in the eyes of the mother she had let the family down. Apologies flew, buzzing in the ears of the members all around with the perplexity of her dismissal against herself. There was no reason to support these apologies, it was never her fault to begin with, but she took the blame on heavy shoulders. A burden that many youth would not understand, and make their own dismissals for these actions. The truth of her not being at fault strung itself against her, but was dismissed with her immediate decision that it was.
Scraping up each penny and stretching it to its full capacity just for groceries suggested that Christmas would not be at the very top of the priority list. Although the bull-headed mother still kept this perspective in view (a very stubborn and loveable woman), and the smallest children were thankful for this fact. In the eldest’s eyes, Christmas would be fine with a dinner, and the tradition of family. There were secrets about Christmas no one would believe but she knew these and took pride in that knowledge. She believed the spirit of Christmas himself would make the solution apparent. Christmas would be whole either way. The knowledge of the penny-stretching caused an effect to bias her decisions on this matter and make her mind even more clear that Christmas would be the same as ever even without the traditional large round of gifts. In the past this family had done very well for themselves, although each year was a struggle in itself Christmas was the one holiday nothing could tear down, no man, monster or otherwise could destroy this. Spirits held high, as the stack of gifts beneath a freshly cut tree, the days were not as long but still stretching its pocketed change to its fullest. In these new days, things are a little tighter, just like the smiles that hide some of the pain that human cruelty has thrown toward them.
Days grew shorter, each with a non-significant ending, and the powerful stride of winter laying darkness before six. Each day may have been shorter in light, but the hours still ran slowly against the iron hands of time. Although the days still crept at a stride on the calendar suggesting Decembers’ icy breath had swept up the ascending days until Christmas. The more the holiday growing closer, the more stress filled their humble abode. Surely enough the rest of the family, on the outer skirts of their lives were peering in, watching their struggles analyzing in proximity each penny stretched. Not only the other family were watching, and under so many, many eyes there were some that took into consideration their situation, family or non-family as they were.
Now, many people in this world may have over looked these struggles for the little family of five, but some like the few who helped them would decide against over-looking any piece of heartache that occurs. Another source- these watchful eyes- on the outside, they took to account what they could do. They made their hypothesis, and set up their analysis, and concluded to take action. The little family did not realize that all this was happening on the outside, how they should know that so many others would care so to endear themselves into their lives. Humbled by their decisions, they adopted this family.
On Christmas morning, the children woke to find that somehow Santa, and the rest of the family managed to deliver the Christmas that was almost lost; presents wise (in some eyes it would be, the eldest thought not). Colourfully wrapped gifts mounted the tree, and hugged the door way where the tree stood. Each stocking was placed on the sofa, and other chairs in the living room, overly full with small toys and other gifts the jolly old man in red must have brought. A small light crept under the venetian blinds, and the small matted layers of snow on the ground glinted sadly. Christmas had still come, but the family was grateful for the extra’s that were a reminder to the memories of the large extravagant Christmas’ before. A sheer glow of happiness glittered, putting the snows attempts to shame, and the hearts of the family were warmed to their very cores. A fiery light lit the pupils of the wide-eyed children, thus brightening the looks of the two strong-women, their parents. Christmas was whole and the gratitude expressed was immense, and intent. There would be some sort of thank-you in store for the Santa-family, who adopted them.
Many people in the world still go without Christmas at all, because there is no one to believe in it, and no income to provide for its demands. But the people like this very Santa-family are the people who bring to them hope once more, and restore their faith in the holiday. Although the family-of-five was in slight difference, their spirits of Christmas go un-battered in this life. A helping hand was held out, and although pride may have taken its position, it did not. No matter how hard the situation, this little family has found a way, and the Santa-family let their faith guide them to be just as persistent in life. Their un-wavering hand, dipped in the pool of empathy, brightened a dim-flame of a spirit that just needed more fuel. And to them, and all the other Santa-families in this life, I bid my gratitude; for without them and the strength of the people like in the family of five; there would be no hope to guide the rest through. Take action, and perseverance to your heart, and listen closely it holds the answers to each burning desire, and each heartache you feel; whether your own or another’s.
God’s work is mysterious, as he works in mysterious ways as they say. Love is the strongest gift of all,
And it goes unwavering,
Do not let it go unnoticed.