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The Refuge

The little cabin  tucked back in the trees had belonged to Lana's grandfather.  He used to bring her here when she was young, and they'd spend the day together fishing in the little stream out back. Those days were bright spots in Lana's life, a life that wasn't often happy.  Her mama had what her daddy said was "mental problems"; she tended to scream and yell, and throw things a lot.  It was easy to make her angry, no matter how hard Lana tried to be good. She loved her grandpa for coming to her rescue, and she came to think of the little cabin as her safe place, a refuge from the scary world.

Those days were past now. Lana's grandpa had gone to Heaven, and the little cabin belonged to her. She came here from time to time when she needed to escape life in the big city, even though the drive took a couple hours.  When she sat on an old tree branch with her feet dangling in the water, all the sadness and weariness slowly slipped away. 

At the cabin Lana was able to forget that her mama was worse off now, and that visiting her in the hospital unit made Lana cry.  She forgot that her father had finally had enough one day and left them,  and that the man she had hoped to marry had decided that he wasn't the marrying kind.

Here, at her little refuge in the trees, Lana could breathe freely, she could sleep without having nightmares, and she could eat fresh-caught fish for her supper as the sun slowly dropped behind the trees. Night time found her curled up in the old rocking chair, where her grandpa had sat so many times. She read by the light of her propane lantern, and wrote notes to herself in the journal that she'd brought. It only took a few days now and then for Lana to begin to feel whole again, and to believe that it was still possible that her life could turn out good.

Lana prayed every day just like her grandpa taught her, and hoped and waited for things to improve.  She didn't know that God was already busy on her behalf, and the stranger about to knock on the cabin door was going to change her life in ways she couldn't even imagine.

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9 comments:

  1. What a delight this story is and reminds me when we stayed in a friends shack with virtually no facilities on the Murray River in South Australia many years ago. I expect your readers will want to know about the stranger but perhaps it it is best to leave that to their imagination.

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    1. Sometimes getting as far away as possible from modern conveniences and all the commotion that go with it is healthy for the heart and soul, Old Egg. In this story Lana was able to return to a place she grew up to love, a place where she knew she could find peace. I agree, that it is better not to add a further chapter to this tale, I think it's more fun for everyone to decide what they want it to be. :-)

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  2. A cliff hanger? Will there be a part two? Can't wait to read it. I loved this wonderful sweet story,

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    1. Well, at least a small cliff, Mary! :-) I love stories where there is a potential for good things to begin to happen in people's lives, and Lana certainly is due for some of that, so I created the possibility. But there won't be a sequel, I'd rather everyone imagine what they think should happen, and hopefully Lana's life will be thus blessed! :-)

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  3. arrrggghh.... I wanna know more!!
    A great start to an intriguing story.

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  4. Great story, I like your stories! : )

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  5. You have a way with telling a story, Josie. I want to know more... the sign of a good yarn! I suppose it says a lot about me that I already am not so sure about the guy at the door! Argh! gotta work on that!

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  6. I am deeply moved by your story, and I would like to read what happens next, too.

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  7. Lovely story. With God at work the man at the door will be a blessing!

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