Over the weekend, I entered a short story competition run by Tabor College. The competition is titled Stories of Life, and entries are designed to be a tale of people's faith journey, and what has happened in their lives. As my own life has taken a 360-degree turn this year, I thought I would have a try. Entries closed last night, so I wrote it on Saturday afternoon, then edited on Sunday before
submission. I wanted to wait until then, as I was becoming engaged on Saturday, which was also my birthday, and I wanted my POV to be written after the event. The word limit was 1500, and I have tried to tell my story in 1053 words. This is only the second competition I have ever entered. I'm sure there will be many more worthy stories out there for the prize, but I found it a wonderful experience to share my tale, get it down on the page (well, Word document, that is). I'd like to recommend this exercise as a way of processing life happenings, sharing with others, and working through events, which can be both tragic and wonderful. For those who understand, my story is titled I Found my Boaz.