This is my contribution to Composers For Relief, which will be supporting the Philippines. It was written to the song Hope by Debbie Teong.
Faith's Hope
Faith struggled down the street, pulling the overloaded
wagon behind her. The car had failed the week before, dying in the middle of
Main St. and blocking traffic, much to her chagrin. You would have thought that
one of the motorists blaring their horns would have done something to help, but
that didn’t seem to be human nature anymore. People didn’t trust anyone they
didn’t know, and sometimes not even the ones they did. Eventually though
someone did step forward to help her push the car out of the way. Now though
she was left without a car and a load of laundry to do. She really did miss the
old beast, especially with all the snow on the ground.
“Mommy, when are we going to get another car?”
“I don’t know,” she answered and then checked to make sure
her son’s hat was pulled tightly across his ears. Randy was prone to ear
infections and with things the way they were, she couldn’t afford a doctors
bill.
“I don’t like having to walk everywhere,” Randy complained. “It’s
cold and I have a hole in my boots.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to make you cry… like you did when you found
out about the hole in the roof.”
“I wouldn’t have cried,” Faith assured her son, “but we do
need to get you a new pair of boots.”
“Not at the thrift store,” Randy said. “It smells funny in
there.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford new shoes. New to us will
have to do.”
Randy didn’t say anything for a while. They were a block
from the laundry mat when he finally asked the question she had been waiting
for. “When is daddy coming home?” He asked the question at least once every
day. Her answer remained the same as it did yesterday.
“Soon. Any day now.”
Opening the door to the laundry mat, she blinked back her
tears, praying that God would either forgive her the lie, or through some miracle,
make her words true. She didn’t know how she would ever be able to tell Randy
that his father was dead.
The letter had arrived just after Thanksgiving. “We regret
to inform you…” She’d read it, unbelieving. It didn’t seem real, he wasn’t even
military, just a civilian consultant. He was only supposed to be there a week. That
didn’t matter, bombs didn’t recognize the difference.
But in her heart… Faith just couldn’t bring herself to
accept that David was gone. While Randy dozed, his head leaning against her
shoulder, she watched the clothes tumble in the dryer and remembered the day
just a few short years ago that she had met David. She was out with friends and
he had asked her to dance. His arms around her had felt right and she knew then
she would spend her life with him.
Six months later they were married. Two months after that,
she was pregnant. Everything was going well… until David’s company went under.
This latest trip was supposed to be the beginning of a new life and the end to their
worries. She’d been overjoyed when he’d told her, even though she didn’t relish
his leaving them, even for a week. Now she wished she’d told him to stay.
The dryer slowed and stopped. Faith gently moved Randy’s
head and then proceeded to fold the clothes back into the baskets.
“Maybe he’ll be home for Christmas,” Randy said. They were almost
home and the snow was starting to come down. Faith had covered the wagon with
plastic bags and was crossing her fingers that the heavy wagon wouldn’t tip
over into the snow.
“Could be,” Faith said.
“That’s tomorrow,” Randy reminded her.
“Yes, I know,” she chuckled.
“That’s what I asked Santa for. So I know he’ll be home. Santa has to bring
you what you want.”
“It doesn’t always work that way,” Faith said, cautiously.
“I know, but if it’s the only thing you ask for, Santa has
no choice.”
Faith stopped walking and turned to face her son. She had Faithd
to avoid this conversation. Breaking her son’s heart on Christmas Eve wasn’t
something she wanted to do, but it would be so much worse if he woke in the morning
and David wasn’t there.
“Randy, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
“Can it wait until we get home?” Randy shivered and glanced
down the street.
“Yes,” Faith said, relieved to put it off for a few more
minutes. She started to move, but then stopped again. Something in Randy’s eyes…
she turned to see what he was staring at. They had just turned the corner and
their house was in sight. There was a figure standing on the porch. Faith’s
knees buckled and she nearly fell sideways into the snow. It was David. Letting go of the wagon, she
picked Randy up in her arms and ran for home.
Lovely emotions running through this Lisa, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLovely, heartwarming tale! You played the emotions well.
ReplyDeleteOh, Lisa!! This is lovely!! :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful Christmas story. Never lose hope - a beautiful message!
ReplyDeleteA really well crafted, heart warming tale Lisa, good work!
ReplyDeleteHe's alive!!! Gotta love the happy ending there--such a sweet tale of hope:)
ReplyDeleteAll's well that end's well. I think I'm plagiarizing here.
ReplyDeleteAh, perfect example of "Hope springs eternal in the human breast..."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story which leaves a warm and fuzzy feeling...
Happy New Year, Lisa!
I was hoping it was a mistake! Great ending!
ReplyDeleteThe Warrior Muse