Saving Grace

A short bald man stood in the front of a crowed room. The room was hot and humid though no one in the room seemed to be uncomfortable, the room was so crowed that you couldn't begin to move with out hitting someone. The people in the room, thought the were different races, genders, and personalities, swayed together in the room touching everyone. The humble small bald man's voice shouted out words that made no sense to anyone in the crowed room, they didn't even make sense to him. The words were not his exactly. They were the LORD's. He was given these words in the middle of his message to preach to the Christain's who had gathered in the room with him. A young woman stood in the middle of the room hanging on the mans every word. Gracie Redd stood in the room filled with the HOLY GHOST with her hands raised.

Gracie had always been a Christian. She had given herself to the Lord when she was five years old in the back of her mothers old mini van the night her mother left with her. Her father had never been a "nice" man. He had been what Gracie called a fake. He pretended to love the LORD. He had pretended to love her mother. He had pretended to love her. When she was three years old she had saw her "father" hit her mother for the first time. At first her mother had made excuses for him but what her mother couldn't excuse was Gracie's fifth birthday when her father had hit Gracie. Her mother had packed up and left immediately after that.

Gracie was now 14 years old. She had her mothers platinum blond hair. Her mothers pale pretty face and her mothers and her mothers short petite stature. The only thing that wasn't from her mother were her golden eyes. Her fathers golden eyes.

Gracie left the room at the end of service with everyone else. Her cheeks were stained with salty tears and her body was soaked in sweat. She met her mother in the parking lot.

"Hey, Gracie. How was service?" Her mother, May Redd, a small blond woman with blue eyes asked.

"I was great! You really missed something spectacular." Gracie said as a huge smile engulfed her face.

Gracie hopped into the passengers seat. She turned to buckle her seat belt and saw that the back was packed full of bags. Gracie let out a groan, this was the second time this month.

"I'm sorry. Please try to understand." Her mother said putting her sad face on.

"How can I understand when you won't tell me why? We move so much, I don't have a single friend!" Gracie looked out the window another tear streaking down her face.

"That's not true there's that Callie girl that you text." Her mother said pulling out of the parking lot.

"Yeah, I text her. I don't go to the mall with my girlfriends just to guy watch, or paint eachothers nails!" She said still looking out the window.

Her mother didn't bother to respond to her. She drove in silence the rest of the way. Gracie shed a few more tears as the left Ohio to move up to a town called Swartz Creek in Michigan.

They made thier way through the tiny town of Swartz Creek though they took a detour to glimse the High School.

May, Gracie's mother turned into a small driveway that lead to a burgundy red house.

"I packed everything so you don't have to worry." May said getting out of the car and walking to the back of the car. Gracie followed her on opposite side of the car meeting her at the back. May opened trunk pulling out bags and handing some to Gracie.

Gracie frowned making several trips to a grayish white room that would soon be covered in posters of all the church's or church camps she had gone to.

Gracie drug the last of her bags into the room. She dropped down on to her new pale gray bed hoping when her mother said she had packed everything she meant her green comforter to. She opened her black duffel bag and pulled out her IPod and IPod player thing, or whatever it was called. She plugged it into a plug right by her boring bed and turned Reliant K on while she started to unpack.

Turns out her mom did pack my green comforter, which allowed her to turn the entire boring room into a work of art. Gracie got some of my paints out and was working on a painting on her wall. She had pulled out her posters and plastered them all over her walls, filled up the bookshelf in the corner with her books, thrown all my clothes in her closet, and managed to take a nice shower by the time it was 9:00 p.m..

She headed back up to her room wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another towel humming her favorite song ever from that weird Aurby's commercial. Her mother swung around in a brown chair as she entered the dark red living room.

"Hello, are you still mad at me?" She asked.

"Ummm." She looked at her mother and then down at the towel that was the only thing she had on. "This isn't a good time."

"Just tell me!" She wined.

'Gosh my moms such a two year old' I thought. "Yeah fine." Gracie said running back up to her room.

 

She stood in a field of flowers that came up to her knee's. She was wearing a pale white dress that was simple and pretty. It twisted around her pale slender legs as she spun. She laughed, throwing her hands in the air singing "Aaayyyoooohhhh baby let's go!". Then a faceless man joined her in her spinning. He had a face only she couldn't see it. They kissed as they spun. Then little children joined her and him who from the gleaming rings on their fingers were married. She could see herself in the children and knew they were her's to. She was seeing her life on fast forward. She watched as the children and her husband grew. The children had children of their own and her and her husband got weaker and stopped spinning eventually being forced to sit down. She watched as her husband slowly died and then she herself died. She saw the angels then, as she lifted her face to the sky seeing the angels as they lifted her up to her LORD. She saw him and exulted him with her words but slowly she saw his face fall. Her smile slipped from her face as he spoke.

"I never knew you." He said in his booming holy voice.

She fell from the sky. Engulfed by the earth, she screamed.

 

She woke covered in sweat screaming. Huffing in and out breaths she checked the clock. 2 a.m.. She hoped her mother hadn't heard, but she was to tired and fell right back to sleep.