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Apple of His Eye
Children's Short Story Finalist for Radio Program
Elaina tugged her grandmother toward their favorite spot. As they walked, her toes dug into the damp grass and
the scent of apple blossoms tickled her nose.
“Grandma, when you said God is always watching me? How can He watch me, and you, and… well,
everyone else?”
Her grandmother smiled. “The Bible says whoever touches one of God's children touches the apple
of His eye. Nothing happens to you that He doesn't see. Does that make sense?”
Elaina shook her head.
“All right. Just listen and then maybe you'll understand.
When God created you in that secret place,
and heaven held its breath in sweet anticipation,
Even from God’s first tender thoughts of you,
You were the apple of His eye.
When the moment arrived that we’d all been waiting for,
And at last, we saw your face and caressed your silken cheek,
When we held you in our arms and sang you lullabies,
You were the apple of His eye.
As you took your first steps and spoke your first words,
And as you laughed, and played, and gave us great joy,
Even here today, as you walk and talk with me,
You are the apple of His eye."
They had reached their special place--a weather-worn bench under an arbor of apple trees.
Elaina sat next to her grandma. “But I still don't know what it means to be the apple of God’s eye.”
“All right, sweetheart. Sit closer and look into my eyes. Tell me what you see.”
Elaina scooted across the bench “Well, I see the white part and the pretty blue part.”
“Now look closer, at the little black circle.”
“Oh. I think I see someone’s face. It’s me! I can see myself in your eye!”
“That's what I have been trying to tell you. God watches you so closely that you are reflected in His eyes.
You, precious child, are the apple of His eye.”
the scent of apple blossoms tickled her nose.
“Grandma, when you said God is always watching me? How can He watch me, and you, and… well,
everyone else?”
Her grandmother smiled. “The Bible says whoever touches one of God's children touches the apple
of His eye. Nothing happens to you that He doesn't see. Does that make sense?”
Elaina shook her head.
“All right. Just listen and then maybe you'll understand.
When God created you in that secret place,
and heaven held its breath in sweet anticipation,
Even from God’s first tender thoughts of you,
You were the apple of His eye.
When the moment arrived that we’d all been waiting for,
And at last, we saw your face and caressed your silken cheek,
When we held you in our arms and sang you lullabies,
You were the apple of His eye.
As you took your first steps and spoke your first words,
And as you laughed, and played, and gave us great joy,
Even here today, as you walk and talk with me,
You are the apple of His eye."
They had reached their special place--a weather-worn bench under an arbor of apple trees.
Elaina sat next to her grandma. “But I still don't know what it means to be the apple of God’s eye.”
“All right, sweetheart. Sit closer and look into my eyes. Tell me what you see.”
Elaina scooted across the bench “Well, I see the white part and the pretty blue part.”
“Now look closer, at the little black circle.”
“Oh. I think I see someone’s face. It’s me! I can see myself in your eye!”
“That's what I have been trying to tell you. God watches you so closely that you are reflected in His eyes.
You, precious child, are the apple of His eye.”
DID YOU KNOW?
American writers HIT the TOP WRITING CHARTS during the 1920's!
The book publishers were responsible for the most enduring cultural events of the decade. During the 1920s Americans became the most influential young writers in the English language. Great writers require great editors and publishers, and publishers achieve greatness through their authors. The movement inaccurately named Modernism coincided with the formation of new publishing houses, most of which still exist in some corporate form. But much of the best writing of the 1920s had nothing to do with the experiments of Modernism: it was good writing without isms. WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:
The news of the day in which my
Works In Progress are set in: The most striking development in 1920s journalism was the introduction of tabloid-size papers, mainly intended for an uneducated or immigrant readership. The tabs printed material that was not heard over the airwaves. Moreover, radio could not attempt the service features that the working-class papers provided. The advice columns, instructional articles, and hand-sized papers built reader trust and loyalty. At that time newspapers published short stories and serialized novels, usually in the weekend editions. |
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