Holy Hush

By Deborah Watson

Women World Leaders is pleased to present to you Holy Hush, written by Deborah J. Watson. Deborah is the Executive Director of Studio222films.com and curator of the Branson International Film Festival. A writer, producer and director in the film industry, Deborah uses her talent to reach hurting people with a message of hope. As many of her stories, Holy Hush is written as an allegorical narrative based on scripture and Deborah’s Christian worldview. Rebekka, the main character that we are traveling with, is on a journey of making a life decision of living with or without her husband Aaron. As she progresses through this difficult time, Rebekka notices the “little things” that are circling her life and leading her to a decision. In the first two parts of the story (which can be read in the January and March editions of Voice of Truth), we see this thirty something year old city girl steal away into the wilderness to be alone and search the heart of God. Due to unforeseen circumstances, she finds herself cutting short her wilderness experience and walking to the nearest town for provisions. As she listens to her favorite podcaster, she ponders the question put forth, “Is your life a melody or a symphony?”

PART III

“Is your life a melody or a symphony?” The podcaster asks, snapping Rebekka back to the journey before her.

“More like scream-o.” Rebekka chuckles. But how could the podcaster possibly relate to what Rebekka was feeling in the here and now?

Frustrated, Rebekka removes the earbuds and places them back in her pocket, forgetting to stop the podcast from playing. She double checks her cantina position and readjusts her shoulders to shift the weight of her rucksack before she continues climbing down the mountain.

Rebekka is surprised to find herself entering the village in the valley by lunch time. She rolls her eyes as she realizes that climbing down is faster than climbing up. The thought of the podcast returns. “The simplicity of a melody,” she thinks to herself and smiles.

She enters the village and notices that the sometimes quiet, quaint streets are now full of traffic from different states. Nothing uncommon to Rebekka’s city girl life. She is the queen of dodging moving vehicles, especially when she can see the village diner, two blocks away, on the left.

Rebekka skillfully weaves herself through the pedestrians on the sidewalk. She’s oblivious to their turned-up noses at her natural, sweaty, smell. She’s focused and on a mission. Nothing will stand in her way. Not even the two-lane traffic that is supposed to be traveling 25 miles an hour. “Be the voice of a melody,” Rebekka whispers as she looks for her opening to cross traffic.

There! Three vehicles back. The semi is coming uphill and will not be able to go as fast as normal. An easy sprint after the oncoming traffic has cleared.

Rebekka positions herself to make the quick crossing. She adjusts her rucksack and holds on to the straps as she bends lower to make the leap through traffic. The second car passes by and she makes her move with precision. She is so focused on the semi’s location that she doesn’t see a car pulling out of its parking spot in front of the diner.

The driver lays on his horn, startling Rebekka to the point of nearly losing her cadence. Like a nimble deer, she runs alongside of the car, around the back end, through the empty parking space to the safety of the sidewalk in front of the diner.

“Why do you intentionally put yourself in front of neardeath moments?” Aaron’s voice billowed from behind her.

Rebekka spins around to justify her decision, only to find a sea of strangers’ faces. She exhales, remembering that Aaron isn’t on this trip with her. “That means I can have a chocolate shake for lunch, with no argument.” Rebekka smiles and enters the diner with a renewed hope.

The waitress seats Rebekka and hands her a menu. “I won’t be needing that. A large chocolate shake and a water, no lemon.” The waitress smiles and departs as Rebekka adjusts her rucksack close to her feet on the floor.

“Joy and gladness, thanksgiving and the voice of melody.

Melody. Melody? What is a melody?” Rebekka ponders for a moment as she listens to the diner music.

She reaches into her pocket and removes her cell phone to google search the definition. Shocked to find it dead, she remembers she didn’t turn off the podcast when she was done listening.

The waitress returns with her shake and water. “Can I ask you a random question?” Rebekka looks sympathetically towards the waitress.

“Sure darlin’, what can I help you with?” The waitress sits down across from Rebekka.

“A melody is a sequence of single notes, right?”

“Right. And if you take your melody and my melody, same song, different line, mix it together, ya get harmony.”

Rebekka smiles and nods as the waitress stands. “What happens if it’s not the same song?”

“Honey? Most people would call it chaos. In my life? If that happens, it’s more like scream-o and everybody better stand back. Cause that grates on my last nerve worse than fingernails on a chalkboard.” The waitress nods and walks to her next table, leaving Rebekka to further ponder the question and sip on her chocolate shake.

To be continued…

WHAT CAN WE LEARN?

Rebekka ponders the question, “Is my life a melody or a symphony?”

We each play a melody as we go through our lives. This sequence of single notes, made of individual choices and actions all strung together to create a song, is the story of our lives. And when my song is joined with your song, as the waitress noted, we create harmony. But a symphony? A symphony is MANY parts, many lives, working together, creating a full musical composition.

Every symphony needs a conductor – or the result is chaos. A “scream-o.” Although we are each in control of our own music and can choose to play whatever we want however we want, when we allow the conductor to instruct our melody, we can be part of a musical composition that is beyond our wildest imaginations.

God wants to conduct all His children as together we create beautiful music, and He has a score planned that will knit us together and allow us to wow the world.

Rebekka sought out solitude as she questioned whether her life was a melody or a symphony. Sometimes life seems easier when we don’t let anyone else in. When we can have all the control. But God instructs us to be part of His symphony, to allow Him to be the conductor, as we work together. Will you follow the conductor as He leads? God has a plan for your melody that you alone could never orchestrate.

Read Romans 12:16 and Psalm 133:1 and discover God’s instructions for your life.