Jasmine's Place Issue No. 3 - January/February 2013 | Page 13

"Dad's gone. I
gothomeandhis stuff
wasgone."
She sniffled, leaving a wet stain on
his black polo shirt.
"You already have. Coming here. The
umbrella. Letting me snot all over
your nice shirt."
Eric reached to his back jeans pocket,
pulling out a bottle of bubbles.
"You could blow bubbles on my shirt
and clean it."
"You think of everything."
"I just remember you saying that
whenever you were upset as a kid
you'd find a hiding place and blow
bubbles and that you used to love
running through this park because
this bridge made you feel like a
princess. I figured you came here,
and maybe you'd still like to blow
bubbles.“
Kellie smiled, taking the bottle. She
slowly unscrewed the cap.
"You know, every time I blew
bubbles as a kid, things always
seemed better. I used to think that
when I blew them, my troubles

were trapped in each bubble and
they would fly to Jesus."
She started to dip into the solution.
“I hope when we're married you
won't need to blow bubbles too
often."
Kellie began to blow. A stream of
rainbow colored bubbles danced off
into the air.
"Maybe it will be a new tradition, a
fun thing for the Bryce family."
Eric nodded, liking the sound of Kellie
using his last name. The wedding day
could not come fast enough.
"Absolutely. You gonna be okay?"
He asked, watching her blow yet
another bubble stream.

She dipped into the solution again
and put it up to his mouth.
"Absolutely. We're going to be okay.
And for those moments when we're
not"
"We'll just blow our bubble troubles
to Jesus.“
Copyright © 2009 Julie Arduini,
http://thesurrenderedscribe.blogspot.com/, is
devoted to writing for Christ in ways that encourage
and inspire. A graduate of the Christian Writer's
Guild, her writing resume is on her blog's sidebar.
Happily married to Tom, they have two children.

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