Faith-Colored Fiction

>> Friday, June 25, 2010

This isn't something I can post often, but I thought it would be fun to post some fiction this Friday. I used to dabble in it before I realized God wanted me to follow the non-fiction route. My dear friend Laury is hosting this fun meme this week, though, and I didn't want to be left out.

This is a "fiction" article of vignettes I wrote awhile back based loosely on some of my own circumstances growing up. It's slice of life fiction with some truth sprinkled in...or for me, healing fiction.

Faith-Colored Glasses

FOUR EYES, your mom walks funny!”

I was the only one who wore glasses in the third grade. “My name’s BECKY! And your mom would walk funny, too, if her car had been run over by a semi-truck.”

Their relentless teasing continued. “Oh yeah? Well, maybe if she’d had
BIG, THICK glasses like yours, she wouldn’t have crashed!” They stuck their noses in the air, snickering their way into the school.

I hate my life.


Dad was in his typical after-work reclined position.

“Becky, just shut up for two seconds, you little brat. I’m tryin’ to watch TV.”

Yuck—his breath stinks.

“Hey Lynn, bring me another beer.”

Get it yourself, you lazy bum. Mom has a headache.

He glared at me. “What are you lookin’ at, Stupid? GET-OUTTA-HERE!”

I hate my life.


My choir director had bought me a brand new dress for the occasion--the most exciting dance in the 8th grade--assuring me that I should go.

“Hey, Becky, where’s your dad? This is a
DADDY/Daughter dance.” Heather was the know-it-all who seemed to enjoy pointing out how different my life was.

“He doesn’t live with us anymore.”

“Thaaat’s right. He lives at that—
(finger snap)—that—(finger snap)—oh yeah, that tavern on the west side of town…orrrr is it the one on the east side?”

My face caught on fire, and I bolted out of there in tears.

I hate my life.


“Mrs. Connor? Hi, it’s Becky. Um, I’m going to have to miss the senior concert tonight. Mom’s in the hospital again. I’m so sorry, they’re not sure what’s wrong with her…”

They’re never sure what’s wrong with her.

“…Yeah, well, I have to get to the hospital. She’s asking for me.”

Like I can do anything.

I was ashamed of my tears. “So much for my solo.”

I hate my life.


“Wow, Becky—I can’t believe the way you just put a smile on that little girl’s face. No one else has been able to do that. How do you get inside these troubled kids’ heads?”

It felt so good to have someone, an adult no less, compliment me for once. “Well, I guess you could say I understand them.”

Maybe there’s a purpose for my life.


I can’t believe I’m here singing in front of the whole college.

“When we walk with the Lord,
In the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way.”

Thank You for shedding Your light on my way, Lord.

“When we do His good will,
He abides with us still,
Even more when we trust and obey.” *

Lord, I accepted You as my Savior when I was six. "Now I want to obey You through ALL my circumstances."

I trust You with my life, God.


“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about? Earth to Mom,” asked my daughter.

I scooped her in my arms, then pushed her glasses back onto her nose. “Hi, ‘Lil Dumplin,’ I was just taking a trip down memory lane.”

“Thinkin’ about Gramma again?”

“Yeah, her, among other things.”


“Like the day I began to trust Jesus with my life. I hated my life before then.”

“Daddy says you had an icky childhood.”

“Yeah, it was pretty icky, Punkin’, but you know what? After I said, ‘Okay, Lord, here’s my
ick in all its ickiness. Will you please make something of it?’—after I did that, He gave me a special gift.”

Her eyes twinkled with excitement. “What was it, Mommy?”

“A thick pair of faith-colored glasses. And I wore them from that day forward.”

“Faith-colored glasses? Cooooool! What did Gramma look like after you put ‘em on?”

“Different. She still walked crooked…She still had a rough time of it with her brain damage from the car wreck, but…all of a sudden, I noticed
new things about her.”


“Like how she loved her Bible. How she desperately depended on God for strength. How often she prayed.”

“Wow! That sounds just like
you, Mommy.” She pushed up my glasses with her index finger.

I held her close to me. “It does, huh?”

“You know, I think I got a pair of faith-colored glasses, too--at Gramma’s funeral.”


She sat up on her knees. “Welllll, I was lookin’ at Gramma’s picture, and I imagined her dancing in Heaven with Jesus. Brand new legs and everything.”

“Yes, honey, those are the same glasses.” She wiped the tear from my cheek.

“I thought so.” She climbed off my lap. Evidently, it was time to go play.

“Bye, sweetie. Thanks for givin’ Mama sugar.”

“Sure, no problem…FOUR EYES!” Giggles.

“Hey, YOU, look who’s talkin’?”

I love my life.


Ephesians 1:18-19a, NIV
“I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints,
and His incomparably great power for us who believe…”

* Trust and Obey—Words: John H. Sammis, 1887. Music: Daniel B. Towner


Joanne Sher June 25, 2010 at 6:11 AM  

Oh, I LLOOVVEEE this! So raw - but so healing. Thank you, sweet La, for sharing.

Yvonne June 25, 2010 at 6:26 AM  

*sweet tears*
Thanks, Lalee. The more I know about you, the more I love you!

Catrina Bradley... June 25, 2010 at 10:29 AM  

I'm SOOO glad you came to share today! This blessed me tremendously. Thanks, Lalee.

BethL June 25, 2010 at 10:36 AM  

oh wow... so touching, poignant and beautiful in showing how the Lord works. I LOVE the transformation. Thanks for sharing this with the FF crowd!

Mari June 25, 2010 at 1:05 PM  

The PERFECT post for to tie in with Friday Fiction as well.

Awesome job, thanks for sharing.

Love you LaLeepop!

Laury June 25, 2010 at 2:04 PM  

This story gave me goosebumps and I had to cover up. I know I've read it before but it still seemed fresh. Thanks for sharing this piece of your life with us.

And I am honored that you joined us for FF. :) Keep on for God's glory, Laura!!!!!

Sara Harricharan @ Fiction Fusion June 25, 2010 at 2:26 PM  

Oooh, wow. Love the transformation, such a hopeful piece.

Anonymous,  June 26, 2010 at 6:29 AM  

Laura Lee ~ this post was powerful. So touching. I loved the way you brought the transition through slowly. And I LOVED the story behind "faith colored glasses." Wow. Really tells your story. This would be a fantastic talk, Laura Lee! These vignettes could be your points.

Lisa June 30, 2010 at 12:43 PM  

Thank you stopping by my post LauraLee, I really enjoyed this post. When we take a deeper look into the picture of our lives as long as Jesus is in the picture..our lives don't look so bad.

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