Sometimes, our Papa asks us to do something really difficult or painful or scary. But when we are faithful to obey, the blessings that follow are often so sweet….

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THE BITTER CUP

Do You remember, Papa?
I came to You in the midnight woods of my personal Gethsemane,
And in the dark, I asked You again, “Papa, do I have to?”
“Yes, dear Child,” You told me. “Finish the drink I poured for you.”
Do You remember how I wept? “Papa! I don’t like the taste! So bitter!”
This time, You said, “Will you trust me, my Child? Will you trust me, and finish it all?”
I wanted to obey, but dreaded the swallowing.
I tried to hold my breath—pinching my nose and downing it all in one fierce gulp.
I was hoping that the lack of one sense would diminish the other.
It was too much.
I had to stop—to breathe.
The residue on my tongue attacked my tastebuds and I retched.
Do You remember how I wept and asked you why?
I still remember Your answer.
“Dear Child, I love you. Can that be enough for now?”
I remember taking a deep breath, and trying again,
Not attempting to avoid the bitterness.
In sheer obedience, I pressed on, and drained the final drops.
I remember how my back and shoulders ached with tension.
Then….

I think I sense a smile curling Your lips.
Papa, I must tell You…
After I drank, the taste became sweet, and then….
O, Papa! Look at my shoulders! I grew wings!
And look in the clouds, how the eagles swoop and glide.
May I, Papa?
I feel Your blessing on my flight,
As I stretch my wings,
And join the eagles in their dance.


marcia-headshot-225x300In her childhood and teen years, Marcia Gunnett Woodard immersed herself in reading, almost becoming the characters in the books she read. By her later teens, she had begun to experience the joy and fulfillment in creating a world and drawing the reader in through the use of words. She went on to study English and writing at Indiana Wesleyan University.

Since then, she has enjoyed trying her hand at a variety of writing forms, including fiction, poetry, and scriptwriting. Although she still lives less than 100 miles from her birthplace, she has traveled internationally and shared with groups as near as local school and university groups and as far away as Vladimir, Russia.

When she isn’t writing, she enjoys camping, traveling, sewing, playing word games, and surrounding herself with family (husband, children and grandchildren) and friends (both real and imaginary).

In her own words: “I believe the power of story is one of the strongest forces in the world. Did you know the words parable (a story) and parabola (a geometric arc) have the same origin? I want to use the parabolic arc of story to launch projectiles of truth into barricaded minds and hearts. The upcoming generations are people of story. If I’m going to reach them to become people of The Story, it will most often be through storytelling.”
Connect with Marcia online:
Blog: www.itsallaboutmarcia.blogspot.com
Twitter: @MarGunWoo
Email: m.g.woodard@gmail.com