Set Your Sights On Things Above
We so quickly get our eyes off God. Let's get back into
perspective.
perspective.
5/15/2015
Christian Fiction Friday!This is an excerpt from my work in progress, a Christian science fiction / superhero story.
............................................................................................................................................................................... I had gotten away with it. The guard, W. Campbell…also known as ‘William-but- my-friends-call-me-Bill, hadn’t suspected a thing. And I did not flirt with him to get my way. My ethics prevent me from stooping to that…for the most part. Ms. Stantor was going to have to do some cleaning up in the morning, but it was all being blamed on an ‘animal containment malfunction,’ and I was being touted as rather the hero for discovering what had happened. On my way home that night, all the adrenaline from my adventure had drained away and I was left feeling cold and irritable. The entire evening replayed in my mind, from the moment I walked in the lab, to the strange pulse of energy that stood us still in time, to the look on the guard’s face when he saw the lab in complete disarray. It was still light out as I hadn’t wanted to push it too far by sticking around the lab after all the excitement. I pulled up to my house and just sat there for a few moments. Wishing things were different had never helped me, but it didn’t mean I could stop the wishing sometimes. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t tried. Knowing all the Bible verses about being content, resting in God, waiting for His timing…none of that meant I was perfect. I knew what I needed should be coming from God, but sometimes it was hard to remember that. This was one of those times. My little VW Bug was the only working car on the property. Two trucks sat overrun by weeds, one in the back yard, the other leaning precariously next to the garage. An even older minivan sat on deflated tires in front of the big unattached garage over in the far corner of the lot. Ours was the only house this far out on the dirt road. Lancaster had some notable claims to fame, one of them being its weird mix of civilization interspersed amongst wide swaths of backcountry, desert compounds and abandoned houses. My family’s home was one of those backcountry desert compounds, as well as having the added distinction of appearing abandoned…two birds with one stone, so to speak. I suppose I could have spent my every waking moment fixing the place up, since Dad wasn’t likely to do it himself anytime soon, but for the last few years I’d given up and just concentrated on graduating from high school and getting out of there. If I lost this internship that goal would be a little bit farther away. I gripped the steering wheel, knowing I’d risked my future that day. Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post short (400-word or less) snippets from their current works in progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman. |
AuthorI'm Sherry Chamblee, aspiring author of Christian fiction, mom of six, wife to a cool dude, and caregiver to his granny. Besides that, I am just little old me - it's just a phrase, I'm not really old, honest. Check out my new release!
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