The angel, Faizey, loved singing, but she could not hear herself in the wide open heavens. She heard of a golden dome where she could hear herself. She went to God.
“How can I help you, Faizey?”
“Oh, please, may I sing in the dome?” she implored.
“Yes, but it will be a test?”
She thought confidently “Noooo problem.”
Afterward she eagerly appeared before God.
“Sorry, Faizey, but you failed,” he said regretfully. “You see, the test was not how well you sing; it was a test of pride, But you may continue to sing to bless others, not yourself”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Challenge to write 100 word story based on picture prompt. Thanks to Rochelle at
https://rochellewisoff.com/
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Hallo Oneta, just visiting very briefly, apols for delay. Amazing story in so few words! Hoping you are well and life is treating you kindly and all well around your family and neighbourhoods etc etc. Gotta dash, falling behind with things again. One day i’ll get back to my blogging habit better, moccing homework to squeeze in before breakfast and chores etc. Best wishes, Colette.
A pleasant surprise, indeed. I’m honored to see that you dropped by. Lots of wonderful things in life that demand making priorities which sometimes means we must deny ourselves of something. You are remembered fondly. Thanks.
bless others, that’s the key and we always lose it
Thank you. It is indeed an honor to be used by God to bless others. 😀
At least she can sing for others and let them be blessed with her voice. But why would god not let her hear her own songs? Is it a curse on her?
I’m not great on science,but I thought air waves go straight through the air; therefore, when the sound left her it would go straight to other who could hear but there would be nothing to stop the waves and make them bounce back to her since she was in the “open heavens.” Do I get a laugh for that? 😀 But that was my theory. When she sang in the dome the waves came back to her and she sounded beautiful. I love your question. Thanks. Maybe I should have said she could not hear herself well. But 100 words is limiting for explanations. 😀
Thank you for explaining.
Oh, it is hard to contain pride 🙂
Yes, Lucifer’s problem and most of us still a plagued with the issue. Thanks for the comment.
The thing that helps me most is to “boast in the Lord”–because I have no illusions that I can do anything worthwhile in my own strength. Blessings to you as we begin the weekend–yaaayy!
Catch up on some projects time and a bit of extra rest? Maybe. 😀
I ordered a wreath, which arrived Monday– I’m going to decorate it for Christmas–I’m way excited! 🙂
Snap us a picture. Have a good time with it.
Oh, you would ask me to do something requiring more tech-savvy, haha! I’ll try 🙂 🙂
Structure in the heavens, created as a testing ground? Poor Angel. At least she got to hear herself.
Sorry to bring this up, but unless God is a teen girl from the Valley, I don’t think the question mark after “..this will be a test?” works.
I deliberately changed a period to a question mark because I wanted it to sound as if God were warning her that she might not want to go through with it. Since it did not come out that way to you, I was probably wrong. Thanks for your comment. Love interaction with other bloggers.
Faizey seems sweet.
After all, she is an angel. Just got a little carried away with herself! 😀
Great short post. Faizey reminds me of folks we all know who are gifted but it can indeed become Pride in the Gift and not the God who gave it to them Lucifer was the prime example he was an angel in heaven who stopped worshipping the God of Heaven and focussed completely on his music and how talented he was. He was cast out of heaven and although he has power to an extent on the earth he has been defeated and one day will be totally destroyed. Pride!…maybe Faizey should look too at what dome caught her attention her focus and her eye.
Yes, I remembered Lucifer’s problem. It is hard to tone down the “Big I” in one’s self.
I hope Faizey soon learns that when she blesses others, she will also be blessed 🙂
I’m sure that’s God’s goal for her.
Poor Faizey. And how would it be for us if all the best singers in the world were modest? (They probably are not). Some just gotta be loud and proud surely?
It is hard to be humble when one has so much to be proud about. That is said with tongue in cheek. 😀
What a creative take on the prompt! I like the message of this story. We always need to guard ourselves against pride.
Thank you. Your story was original – quite creative. Your letter told a compelling story.
Thank you, Oneta.