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Anna's Anchor. A Free Short Story

 

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Anna's Anchor



On a sun-infused week day morning, Anna poured a cup of scented tea into her favourite cup. She lived alone now. Gone were the days when the  house was filled with loud voices, arguments, door slamming. And of course, the noisy, happy sounds were fewer too. Anna smiled. There had been plenty of those amongst the less than joyful ones.

The Lord was her witness that she'd done everything she could to make the family home a peaceful and happy one. She'd even shared the Gospel with her volatile husband, but he'd reacted typically.
"Don't preach at me Anna!" Barry had shouted on that decisive day. "Find someone else to Bible bash or I'll leave."

Anna remembered how she'd stood frozen to her spot in the kitchen, hands clenched and tears coursing down her cheeks. And she remembered her desperate pleas to God and how she'd been comforted by His embrace. And then, His gentle reminder: "There are others who need to hear, Anna. Will you go?"
"I will, Lord."

Anna took a sip of tea and lingered on the memory. How glad she was that she'd obeyed. Over the years, she'd handed out many tracts, sometimes with the help of her sons. By God's grace, and despite her shyness, she'd also been able to speak to the needy souls He'd sent her way.

She'd obeyed Barry too. Narry a word about his salvation had crossed her lips after his outburst. That is, until more than a two decades had  passed and he asked her to.

Anna closed her eyes in her sunny kitchen and remembered. The same kitchen where her heart had been crushed. And she smiled and thanked God for His goodness.


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