Friday, November 13, 2009

Hot Chocolate Served With Hope


I wrote this for the topic "home group." It is fiction, because I had never really been part of a home group at the time that I wrote it. After meeting with my current home group last night, I decided to post this on my blog for Friday Fiction. Our small group is everything it should be. I look forward to it every Thursday evening and miss it when we can't attend. I dedicate this entry to the 6 other couples who make up our very special home group.


Hot Chocolate Served With Hope
by Sharlyn Guthrie


Warmth wrapped its long arms around me as I entered the cozy family room. It emanated from the handshakes and smiles that greeted me. It crackled inside the fireplace and flowed through me as I sipped hot chocolate and nibbled fresh-baked banana bread.

Curiosity pulled me into the conversation. It nudged with each introduction and needled through the small talk. It glimmered in the others’ eyes. It licked my fingers and curled up on my lap -cautious, but willing to take a risk.

Variety caught me by surprise, binding me into the common cord that wound through the evening. It directed music, shaped prayer requests, and expounded on the Scriptures. It projected from eclectically decorated walls. It delineated opinions, personalities, and backgrounds, piquing my interest. And it cleverly defined our humble troupe: a family with teenagers, a twenty-something with child, three singles, an elderly widower, a divorcee, and our middle-aged hosts.

Comfort crept in to replace caution, coaxing off protective layers and drawing my stocking feet up into the arm chair. It convinced me to relax and be myself –not perfect, just real. It eased strained features and curved set lips. It carried me into my Father’s presence.

Renewal began, flickering with hope’s tiniest ray, thawing the perimeter of a stone-cold heart. It bowed my head and brought me to my knees, weary and broken. It revealed my folly and my pride, evoking repentance. It was portrayed in the warmth and comfort of a home and in the imperfect, varied, and devoted members of Christ’s body assembled there. Complete healing still seemed distant, but hope insured it would come.


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7 comments:

  1. Oh, this is so "warm" and comforting!

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  2. I like the process of the MC dropping her walls and letting herself relax and get to know people.

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  3. Your last paragraph is powerful. This is great descriptive writing. ...and I suddenly have cravings for banana bread, hot chocolate, and a warm fire. You have PLENTY of creativity! :)

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  4. I was involved with a small group, too, that I deeply loved. So many truths about being a part of this kind of Christian fellowship was expressed here, Sharlyn. Love it!

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  5. You captured the heart of this group - and especially your MC. Beautiful writing.

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  6. Very creative, and a good capture of what it's like in home groups as people come together in response to our Lord and get to know each other.

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