A short story for teens and adults alike, faith-filled, challenging readers to cultivate thankfulness in their daily lives and to accept God's perfect plan even though things may seem out of contol
Flinging her school bag across her room and onto her brightly colored bed, Meredith let out a loud and long â€śUGH!!â€ť She kicked off her name-brand shoes and flopped back onto the over-pillowed bed. Raking slender fingers through her wavy, golden-brown hair, Meredith gritted her teeth in exasperation. â€śWhy me?â€ť she groaned.
She reached for her cell phone and speed-dialed her best friend, Haley. The voice mail prompt came on so Meredith left Haley a message, â€śCall me when you arenâ€™t busy with your boyfriend. I have a real crisis on my hands.â€ť
Meredith looked at her bed-side clock. 4:00 p. m. Haley would be tied up with Caleb for the next 3 or 4 hours.
â€śAt least someone has a boyfriend,â€ť she moaned. Still recovering from a recent break-up with her ex-boyfriend, Meredith could see her upcoming summer looming bleakly ahead. No boyfriend, her best friend tied down, and her parents had just dropped a bomb-shell of bad news on her.
Meredith had received a voice message on her phone from her mom during class hours. Meredithâ€™s mom knew she wouldnâ€™t be able to answer during class which was obviously why she called at that time. Meredith replayed her motherâ€™s message, hoping she had heard wrong. â€śHey honey, I just got news from your Dad that he and I are traveling to Europe this summer. Itâ€™s of course work-related and he doesnâ€™t want to go alone for that long. I had a couple of ideas for you for the summer. My friend Charlotte runs the day care for Down Syndrome children in town and they are hiring for the summer months. Orâ€¦..you could stay with Aunt Audra in Nashville. You havenâ€™t seen her since you were seven. It might do her some good to have a little company. Iâ€™ll talk to you later about your decision. Bye, dear.â€ť
No, she had definitely heard right. Her parents were touring Europe and she would be spending the summer with a bunch of retarded kids or with an old aunt who smelled like peppermints and moth balls. Sarcastically, she thought, How will I EVER decide what to do?