Hi Reader Friends and New Subscribers! Today we have D.I. Telbat’s custom short story, “Washed Away, Christian Fiction,” featuring a favorite music artist, Francesca Battistelli. Enjoy!
by D.I. Telbat
Listening to a Francesca Battistelli CD album, Josie Larimore was driving in the center of the three-lane freeway when the front car tire blew. The force of the tire explosion careened her car to the right, causing her tiny car to smash against a semi-trailer. The semi didn’t slow, but Josie was able to ease to the shoulder and roll to a stop.
The hood was crumpled and the passenger door caved inward. Josie’s hands were shaking as automobiles zipped past, drivers oblivious to the near death she had escaped. Battistelli’s music continued to play through the speakers as if nothing had happened.
This accident seemed like the last straw to a horrible month for Josie. Ben, her twenty-year-old son, had been arrested for drugs three weeks ago. While in county jail, he continued to ask her for money and resources Josie didn’t have.
Two weeks ago, the family Labrador had died, and since her husband had passed away six years ago from cancer, Josie had to bury their pet alone.
One week ago, a tree had fallen on the roof of the house. There hadn’t even been a storm! That was another expense she would somehow have to weather.
Gripping the steering wheel, Josie waited for the tears to flow. Gradually, her nerves settled and she no longer trembled, but why didn’t the tears come? Instead, she smiled. Was this the joy that Francesca was singing about? Or had Josie gone mad from the stress?
Battistelli’s music stopped, and Josie was left with only the sound of vehicles whooshing by. Slowly, she started to make sense of the peace within her. Yes, Josie was heartbroken for her son, but his time in jail was causing him to sober up. She truly missed her dog, but God would bless her with another when the time was right.
And then there was the roof of the house. Now, Josie laughed. The tree was like her own private awning, lying across the roof where the previous awning had been. She was sure the men at church would be seeing to the whole matter that coming weekend.
Josie wiped away her tears of joy. Joy? Like Battistelli sang about, God knew her struggles. These things were temporary and brief in the grand plan. Her Savior was active in her life, and though Josie couldn’t understand all that He was doing, it was somehow comforting to know that God’s plan was bigger than her own. For some reason, that washed away the anguish.
The reality of faith, Josie decided, made joy possible through chaos. She called for a tow truck, then touched the play button to listen to Francesca’s album again.
Leaving this disorder in God’s hands brought peace like a flood. Francesca Battistelli obviously grasped the concept, and Josie praised God for companions in her suffering, however distant, as well as in her unexplainable satisfaction.
Sighing with patient contentment, Josie wondered what trial would come next. Whatever came, she knew on Whom to rely to wash away the sorrows. And she thanked the Lord for bringing her little reminders of His care through His servants like Francesca Battistelli.
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