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The Gifts of Faith
The ache in her joints was enough to foretell the impending weather. As if to validate her premonition, the smell of rich earth was emanating from the air. Rain was soon to come - and with a vengeance. Faith always seemed to prepare but never knew what to expect. She didn’t know why, but her ‘feelings’ never proved to be misgivings.
Faith’s parents had lost three children before she was born. One was lost to meningitis at age 2 months, one was lost to Infant Death Syndrome after just a few days at home and one was lost before she ever left the womb. They had almost given up hope of having a child. By the time Faith came along, her parents were resigned to their faith in God that this child would live; thus her given name.
The Early Years
Faith was always one to give to others, even at a very young age. But she had a trait that none of the other children – or adults for that matter – had. Oftentimes she seemed to know what was about to take place through her innate sense of Nature and the scents that Nature emits.
As a result, she was considered ‘weird’, yet children were drawn to her sense of knowing what was yet to come. However, the parents of those children were trepidatious of Faith. As such, not many kids were allowed to play with her. This dismayed her parents and confused Faith; she didn’t understand why she was singled out as an oddity. After all, don’t all people possess this sense? Is it not part of seeing, feeling, tasting, touching and smelling? She knew no other way of living life and seeing the world.
As a little girl, the ostracizing she received was foreign and inconceivable to her. Why was she treated with such ill-regard?
At a young age Faith learned to amuse herself with her imagination and love of music since it was apparent other kids weren’t permitted to play with her. However, no matter how much love and support she received from her parents, there always seemed to be something missing. She didn’t know the joy of sharing toys and pretending to be a movie star or princess with friends, yet she truly loved all those she met. She was never invited to climb trees or play ball or hide and seek. She was excluded from birthday parties and never had any of the neighborhood kids attend hers.
Faith had a golden soul and an open heart, yet she never had a best friend or any friend, for that matter.
Was it because the family moved often? Or was it something else?
The children Faith met as she was growing up were enthralled by her ability to see the inner souls of others. People’s souls appeared to her in various hues and seemed to shimmer just beneath the flesh. Faith had no idea that this ability was unique to her; she assumed everyone saw others as she did. Each and every person she encountered had a soul and she was able to see it. The colors and intensity were unique to each and she learned to identify the significance of this as she became more in tune with her inner sight.
Faith also had a way of communing with Mother Nature and the uncanny ability to predict the immediate future, which entranced her peers but scared the daylights out of their parents. Kids were told to stay away from ‘that freak’ Faith. Being shunned made Faith feel as though her very heart were being ripped from her body. She couldn’t understand why she was viewed as unworthy by the elders. She knew the other children didn’t feel the same as their parents; they had no choice but to abide by their rules no matter how unfair they seemed.
Faith has questions as time goes on
The impending weather always did strange things to Faith. She knew when something monumental was about to occur by the way her body suddenly reacted to the scents Mother Earth sent her. The sky could be as clear and blue as could be, but she would receive the ‘memo’ that something out of the ordinary was about to happen.
No wonder I had no friends growing up. I’m a freak and no one understands, even though… I always seem to know….. What is wrong with me? Or is it not me, but others who cannot see?
Please help me out as this is the first ongoing short story I've written
Obviously the story isn't finished. Would you like me to continue?
One day as Faith was playing with her kitten in a field speckled with tulips, daffodils and all the splendor of Spring, a rainbow appeared. Although no rain had dropped, she knew the rainbow was no mirage. It was a symbol that something glorious was about to happen and Faith smiled. She lifted her freckled face to the sun and closed her eyes, beckoning the sign to permeate her mind and warm her soul.
As the sun brought warmth to her heart the rainbow became more brilliant. The colors were exquisite – deep purple, ruby red, rich turquoise and yellow as brilliant as a buttercup. A warm breeze kissed her skin as she opened her eyes. Faith felt the all too familiar butterflies in her tummy. This always happened just before a revelation. Sometimes they were good and sometimes, well sometimes she wished she didn’t have the ability to see what’s coming.
Something had changed and this time it was different than all the others…..
To be continued.
Shauna L Bowling
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