Sorry I haven’t written in over a week! Life. It can be a crazy thing sometimes. 🙂
Anyway, I am going to do a writing prompt (since I haven’t doe one in forever).
Leela watched as worried people scurried around, grabbing anything that could serve as a light. Some retrieved flashlights out of purses. Others lit old fashioned lamps that were supposed to serve as table decoration. And still more yanked up the tiki torches from the ground where they were stuck. This was going to be such a good idea, she thought. Why did this have to happen? As the hectic crowd and their lights faded into the various paths of the vast park, calling the small boy’s name, Dr. Hause put a hand on Leela’s shoulder.
“Aren’t you going to go out and help?”
“Oh, I…. I think enough people have gone… don’t you think?” she answered shyly.
“Oh I don’t know… it only takes one person to find another. Who knows, you may be the one. Besides, you know about something no one else does…don’t you?”
Her eyes grew wide. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Leela,” he answered in his fatherly way, “You and I both know that you blocked off the one path you wanted no one to go down, and for good reason. But it is such a time as this that you may have to set aside that fear, for the sake of someone else. Are you willing to do that?”
Leela turned to look at the spot she had blocked off purposely so no one could see the entrance to another path in the dense, dark woods. Bad memories were kept there. Horrible ones. But she remembered the boy who was lost somewhere… and he just might be…
“But surely he wouldn’t go in there. That is blocked off!”
“Blocked off enough that an exploring little boy wouldn’t be able to get in?” He asked coyly, remembering his own childhood.
She looked again at the place.
“Must I?” she asked.
“I don’t know… what would God want you to do?”
She knew what God wanted her to do… but could she do it?
Dr. Hause picked up the last remaining lamp from one of the tables, and proceeded to light it as he said, “You know, God doesn’t ask us to do things that are out of our ability… they may see hard, even impossible. But God wouldn’t ask you to do something if he didn’t know you could.” He held out the bright little lamp in front of her.
Her shaking hand lifted to take the lamp by the handle. “Thank you.” she said, and walked over to the large board and stands covered in various forms of decoration, and moving the large objects, entered the place she never hoped to see again.
The lonely path was as dark and dank as she thought it would be. As she slowly crept along, every noise would make her jump. The memories of loosing her little brother in these woods on this path flooded back into her mind, so that she couldn’t push them out.
“God…” she whispered, “please help me… I’m not cut out for adventures!”
So, what do you think?