Sunday, December 23, 2007
A Thrill of Hope
I though I would share a short Christmas Story with you.
A Thrill of Hope
“Mrs. Stanford.”
Suzanne stopped at the sound of her name, the grimace on her face hidden from the speaker behind her. She took a deep breath to steady herself before turning around. The new choir director marched through the hallway aiming for directly for her.
Her lips pinched and her eyes narrowed as she spoke to man. “Mr. Powers, we have already discussed the issue and I have nothing more to say.” She glanced at her watch and tapped her foot in irritation. She had less than ten seconds before Ryan started looking for her, and, in the labyrinth of the church building hallways, he could hide forever. She had no patience to play hide-n-go-seek with her ten-year-old son. “Ryan’s class has been let out and I must pick him up.”
“He will be fine for a minute. I need to talk to you.”
“I will not be late.”
“Mrs. Stanford, please think of the talent that Ryan has. God has given him a gift that should be shared, not hidden. What did Pastor Mike say just today? ‘We must give God our all.’ Cannot Ryan share his gift instead of keeping it to himself?”
“I have told you already that the answer is no. Now please excuse me.” She turned to leave and was surprised to feel a strong grip on her elbow. Her eyes blazed at the hand holding her elbow and she lifted those eyes to man who owned the hand. With clenched teeth and her best how-dare-you-touch-me stare, she spoke loud, emphasizing each word. “Please excuse me.” She jerked her arm away and practically ran from the man.
Read the full short story from Amazon as a Kindle book, or Smash Words (www.smashwords.com)
A Thrill of Hope
“Mrs. Stanford.”
Suzanne stopped at the sound of her name, the grimace on her face hidden from the speaker behind her. She took a deep breath to steady herself before turning around. The new choir director marched through the hallway aiming for directly for her.
Her lips pinched and her eyes narrowed as she spoke to man. “Mr. Powers, we have already discussed the issue and I have nothing more to say.” She glanced at her watch and tapped her foot in irritation. She had less than ten seconds before Ryan started looking for her, and, in the labyrinth of the church building hallways, he could hide forever. She had no patience to play hide-n-go-seek with her ten-year-old son. “Ryan’s class has been let out and I must pick him up.”
“He will be fine for a minute. I need to talk to you.”
“I will not be late.”
“Mrs. Stanford, please think of the talent that Ryan has. God has given him a gift that should be shared, not hidden. What did Pastor Mike say just today? ‘We must give God our all.’ Cannot Ryan share his gift instead of keeping it to himself?”
“I have told you already that the answer is no. Now please excuse me.” She turned to leave and was surprised to feel a strong grip on her elbow. Her eyes blazed at the hand holding her elbow and she lifted those eyes to man who owned the hand. With clenched teeth and her best how-dare-you-touch-me stare, she spoke loud, emphasizing each word. “Please excuse me.” She jerked her arm away and practically ran from the man.
Read the full short story from Amazon as a Kindle book, or Smash Words (www.smashwords.com)
