The
Broken Chain
Lilly
was a beautiful child with eyes the color of the ocean. Her curly long
blonde hair looked like silk. She had so much life in her, but she also
had much more. Lilly was only eight years old when one evening her
sweet dear caring mother went out and never returned home. She vanish
out of sight never to be seen again. She waited that night crying,
tears like the ocean crying on a rainy night.
The next morning little Lilly stood out the open door, knowing and feeling she would never see her Mother again. She would never tuck her in bed and read books to her, never kiss her tears when she was sad or watch her grow into a wonderful woman. Time went on. She seemed to be adjusting to her broken chain that linked to her Mother's soul. Everything was different now that her mother was gone.
The next morning little Lilly stood out the open door, knowing and feeling she would never see her Mother again. She would never tuck her in bed and read books to her, never kiss her tears when she was sad or watch her grow into a wonderful woman. Time went on. She seemed to be adjusting to her broken chain that linked to her Mother's soul. Everything was different now that her mother was gone.
Lilly
finally moved out of her small town to a big city with relatives. She
would be a freshmen in high school the following year. Some say she ran
way, but the truth was she was running from her broken chain that
linked to her Mother's soul. She now had a new life. She started track
and by her senior year she was a track star on her way to becoming what
she thought would make her happy.
One day
she found out she couldn't get a Scholarship to go to college and run
track, even though she had good grades all throughout high school. Once
again Lilly felt her broken chain that linked to her Mother's soul. She
was determined to find her way in life. She got a Job and went on
trying to find what was hidden in her soul like a hidden treasure lost
at sea.
Finally
Lilly grew up into a strong willed woman and got married had a child of
her own. She started to see a lot of her mother in her child which
brought her some comfort. Now she was becoming older but she found a
way to mind her broken chain that linked to her Mother's soul, by
releasing a rose into the water every year. She cooked dinners at
holidays in the honor of her mother. She would and still to this day
writes letters to her that are sealed and never to be opened. That was
the way Lilly became to stop the broken chain that was linked to her
Mother's soul.
It has
been many years ago since her broken chain that linked to her Mother's
soul began. It was because of her faith in the Lord that she finally
found a ending to her once broken chain that linked to her Mother's
soul. Lilly's Mother was someone’s sister aunt, cousin, etc.
The ones that have lost a loved one in this world maybe can understand
Lilly's story of the loss of her Mother. We never really get over the
loss of the ones we hold dear to our hearts, but if we take time and
look around we will see and feel them because their spirits will
forever live on.
The
Wishing Well
There was a little girl named Zannie
Beck’s She and her Mother were walking down a winding road
headed home when they saw a bright light Shinning from a far. In a soft
tone, Zannie says “Look! Look! Do you see that.”
The
loving Mother replied at her and said “What child do you
see?”
Zannie
looked at her Mother, with those big brown of hers and said. As they
became closer to the light. “It’s a wishing well! A
wishing well!”
“A
wishing well” the loving Mother”
“Yeah”
said Zannie.
“I
had a dream that I was standing and looking at a wishing well then I
closed my eyes and made a wish.” Said Zannie.
“What
was the wish?” said her loving Mother.
Then
zannie says “I wished for a new pair of shoes”
Zannie
and her Mother didn’t have much money (Not Even Enough for A
New Pair Of shoes). Zannie was wearing shoes with holes in them.
Zannie
walked up closer to the wishing well. There sat a pair of shiny shoes
just her size. Zannie says. “Wishes really do come true if
you believe.
The
Loving Mother just stood there with tears running
down her face and said. “yes, they do.”
At
that moment Zannie put on the new shiny shoes and took a hold of her
Mother’s hand and off they went down the winding road to
finish their Journey home.
The
Little Girl in Pink
There
was a little girl all dressed in pink. Her dress was made out of satin
and she wore pink ribbons in her hair. She sat on a park bench with a
doll in her lap. No one seemed to notice the little girl in pink as
they walked passed her.
One
day a middle aged man walked by. He was a slender tall man with some
grey running though his hair. After about a week, the middle aged man
finally got the courage to walk up to her.
He
sat down next to her and said “what is your name.”
She
then said “I don’t have a name but you can just
call me the little girl in pink.”
“Ok
little girl in pink said the middle aged man” what are you
doing here sitting all alone?”
The
little girl in pink looked up at the middle aged man and said
“I am an angel and no one can see me but you.”
The
middle aged man had a confused look on his face. Then he said
“What do you mean?”
I
am a messenger. I was sent here by your beloved wife who said,
“go on in life and be happy, It’s OK until we meet
again.”
The
middle aged man put his hands on his head and replied “How
did you know that?” He then looked up at the little girl in
pink to see she was gone. He shook his head in shock.
As
the middle aged man got up off the bench, He looked down and saw a pink
ribbon. He picked it up and held it close to his heart and said out
loud “There are really angels.”
He
walked away with a big smile on his face and off he went to finish his
day.
My
name is Sheila Bunting. I am forty seven years old I am from
Kentucky, but I live in Rockfrod, IL. I am going to school full time.
In my spare time I enjoy working out, cooking, reading and I enjoy
volunteering when I can. I view life as you get out of life what you
put into life and there isn't anything you can't do if you put your
mind to it and work hard.