Monday, November 10, 2008

Forever Family

So this is a symbolic story I have been writing for an English assignment for school. Since our family is adopting a little girl, I though I could write about God's love for us and his adopting us, sinners, into his family.


♥Forever Family♥

Rebecca flung her threadbare blanket to the side and got up from bed, and was startled as she realized all of the other girls were already gone to eat. Would today be the day she would finally find a home?

As quickly as she could, she ran to the mirror and looked at herself. Frowning at her wild auburn hair, wide blue eyes, and sea of freckles across her face, she sighed in dismay. Absolutely nothing had changed since yesterday.

A soft knock came from her door and one of orphanage’s caretakers poked her head in.

Smiling, she greeted her. “Good morning, Becca. Today is the big day! Hurry and come down to breakfast.” Quickly, she shut the door and left.

Rebecca brushed her messy curls. “Big day? Is today a day to be ignored and pushed aside because I’m not pretty or perfect? Is today going to be a day to watch the others find a home to stay forever?” She quickly changed into the best clothing she had and wondered if she would ever find her forever family like all of her friends had. Would someone see what she was on the inside, and ignore her outer appearance?

After breakfast, Rebecca was led into a large room full of other children. Soon, they would be meeting couples or families looking for kids to adopt. She sat in a corner and shyly looked around.

There were kids of all ages milling around, excited about finding a home or frightened about leaving the only place they knew.

She straightened her dress and tried to listen as one of the adults were giving last-minute instructions on how to behave. Why act like someone you really aren’t?, she thought.

Yet Rebecca plastered on a smile, straightened her bright red bow, and pushed her hair behind her ears, ready to be on her best behavior.

In mere minutes, many people poured in and began looking around. The first people to come up to her were dressed up richly. The man wore a big black suit and the woman wore jewels the size of Rebecca’s fist.
They were both smiling broadly, as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

The woman smiled and looked at her. “Hello there! Thomas and I were looking for a girl your age! What is your name?”

“Rebecca,” she said softly.

“Well, Rebecca, how would you like to come with us? We’d give you a huge room and whatever you want!”

Rebecca lit up at the idea, then look at them both. “Things would be wonderful, but can you give me something more?”

The man, still smiling, asked, “Whatever do you mean?”

“Can you give me love?”

The couple’s smiles dropped and they quickly walked away.

“She was not pretty, anyways,” the woman whispered to her husband.

Next, a stout couple with a teenaged boy came to talk with her.

“Hello, my name is Rebecca,” she said shyly.

The husband looked at his wife for a moment then turned back to her. “Are you willing to work?”

Rebecca was confused. “Work for what?”

The woman snorted, “Work for your food and board of course! We own a farm, and food doesn’t come cheap these days! It requires work!”

Rebecca bit her trembling lip and bravely sat up straight. “Can you give me love?”

Their son laughed loudly and the family walked away.
The man crossed his arms and they moved on to a girl with finely-toned muscles. “She wouldn’t be able to do much anyway, Martha. She is much too skinny.”

Rebecca was almost on the point of crying. Her eyes clouded with tears and she looked around, hopeless, as the crowd of people and children dwindled immensely.

A hand touched her shoulder and she looked up into the face of a man with kind, understanding eyes.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No one wanted me!” she blurted out bitterly.

He kneeled next to her and smiled. “That is not correct. I would like to adopt you, my child.”

Rebecca sniffed and looked up at him. “You?”

“Certainly. You would have many brothers and sisters and unconditional, never-ending, and boundless love.”

"But I am not perfect!"

"Of course you are not. No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes and has to be discipline. However, that doesn't mean I'll ever not love you, right?"

She looked up at him. Was he telling the truth? Looking into his sincere, loving eyes she smiled.

They walked out together, and she stopped to point back at the office. “What about them? Don’t you have to fill out some forms to let you adopt me?”

He shook his head. “My son has already done what was needed.”

One of the workers spotted them both and walked to them.

“Hello Becca! I see you found a father!”

She smiled and shook her head. “He found me!”

The caretaker squeezed Rebecca’s hand. “You are very privileged, child, to have such a wonderful father!” She nodded to Rebecca’s new father. “I hope to see you again soon, sir.”

As Rebecca left the orphanage, she gazed at its familiar structure. Never again would she have to wake up cold and afraid. Never again would she have to feel lonely and unwanted. Grinning for the first time in a long time, she was joyous.

Rebecca had found her forever family.


God Bless,

8 comments:

Sarah said...

OMG!!!! YOU WROTE THAT!?! THAT IS AMAZINGLY AWESOME WONDERFUL COOLEST THING EVER!!!! I love it.

~Girl of Many Colors~ said...

Thank you, Sarah!

Sarah said...

I still can't get over how good that story is :):)

~Girl of Many Colors~ said...

LOL. Thank you! Hopefully my English grader person will think the same thing!

Zoe said...

That is such a wonderful story! I love the way it reminds me of Jesus finding us, accepting us, and giving us unconditional love no matter what we have done. You are a very good writer!

~Girl of Many Colors~ said...

Thank you so much for your kind words, Zoe! I just feel guilty that I didn't find a place to insert the agony and love of Christ's death for us. I tried to make it as simplistic as I could so a five year old could understand and all, but I feel as if I misportrays the wondrous work Christ did on the cross. I'll keep looking for a way to put that in.

Ellie said...

I just randomly looked at your blog. That is good. I like how it sounded a bit like the "Good Samaritan" in a way...you know, how you have so many couples almost choose her. It is very symbolic of life--how one popularity group can choose you until you show one flaw or another. Good job.

Lauren Ann said...

I really like the story. You are a really good writer. I wish I was as good as you.

Oh, yeah, I am a 13 year old girl, and I like your blog. =) Okay, so, I am going to go. Keep up the great work!

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