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Read Now - a short story by A.B.King

  Once upon a time but not far back in time at all; a little girl sat all alone in a beautiful garden… She had been crying for hours.   She was crying because she had a test coming up and she was going to fail it. She knew she was going to fail it because she hadn’t read – she hadn’t prepared.    She taught about the utter disgrace of failing. She taught about the friends she might lose. She taught about the classmates that would laugh at her. She taught about how upset her Mum would be. Her Mum had always believed in her. Would this change it? What if it did?   She hadn’t read because she kept doing one thing or the other for the church. All through the week whenever she decided to sit down and study one church emergency or activity came up and she had to help out. Now the test would be tomorrow and she still hadn’t read – still hadn’t had time to read.   She was the Pastor’s daughter and even though she was still a little girl there were times she couldn’t help thinking her parents think she a minister in the children’s church. She was always called upon to help out whenever those who where actually appointed to run the children’s church needed help.   In a way although she did not want to say it she blamed God. It was God’s fault that she hadn’t prepared for the test. After all wasn’t it being called so often to do God’s work that had robbed her of the time to read and prepare for the test in the first place?   The little girl looked up to the heavens still crying, “What do you want me to do now?”   “Read. There are a lot of hours between now and tomorrow. The hours you are spending crying now, you could spend them reading.” God answered loud and clear deep within her heart.
The End.

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