Author: froggirl80 PM
Rose comforts Charlie as he struggles with his guilt and grief over the missing Claire. Rose calls upon her own pain of losing her husband and mentions her strong faith in God. She encourages him to dig up his forgotten Catholic faith and pray for ClairRated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual/Drama - Charlie - Chapters: 8 - Words: 6,938 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 01-30-05 - Published: 01-27-05 - id: 2237428
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The next morning, Charlie woke up, with the sun on his face. He stirred and sat up when he realized………. "Wait a minute," he said, curiously. "I don't feel any pain." He lifted up his shirt to find…the black and blues were gone!!!! He touched his stomach, lightly and then, hard. "Oh my gosh!" he squealed, jumping up and down. "I'm healed! I'm healed."
Jack ran over and said, "Charlie, are you OK?"
"Better than OK," he said, happily. He lifted his shirt and Jack examined his stomach. After a few minutes, he said, "Charlie, I don't know but last night, this whole side was bruised really badly and now, your ribs are fine. From what I can tell, they healed."
Charlie smiled and said, "I'm healed."
Jack smiled and said, "I can't believe I'm saying this but it's a miracle."
Tears in his eyes, Charlie said, "You bet."
Charlie spent the morning resting. He even felt strong enough to search for Claire. Nothing yet but Charlie didn't let that discourage him. He just held his beads in his jean pocket and silently prayed.
That night, Charlie sat by the fire, with his guitar by his side.
"Hello there," said Rose.
"Hi, Rose," he replied as she sat next to him.
"Listen, I never thanked you for staying with me and pray for me and everything," he said, with gratitude.
"No problem," she smiled. "I'm glad you realized how much faith you have."
"And thanks for these," he held the Rosary beads, "they're really beautiful."
"Well, seems that you lost your faith and now, you've found it," she said.
That's when it hit Charlie. Lost and found. That really did describe his whole transformation since coming onto the island. He looked at his guitar and had an idea.
"You know, I don't think you heard me play guitar before," he said.
"No, I haven't," she said.
"Well, let me play a song that my mum sung to me when I was little," he said. "She sung it a lot in our house when things got difficult. This always gave her comfort and strength."
Charlie picked up his guitar and strummed along. And he began to sing.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.
Charlie finished and he and Rose both had tears in their eyes. Charlie reached over and hugged her tight. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, Rose."'
"Your welcome, baby," she said, giving him a kiss.
Soon, it was time for bed. Chalrie laid on the bed, fingering the beads. Looking up into the sky, tears in his eyes, he prayed again. "Thank You, God. Thank You for healing me. Thank You for giving me peace and strength. Thank You for forgiving me and loving me even though I don't deserve it. Thanks for Rose and Jack and Kate and Claire and all the other beautiful people here. Thanks for bringing me back to You. I love You. Amen."
Before Charlie went to sleep, he prayed again. "Please continue to watch over Claire. Let her feel Your Love and Grace. Let her know that You love her and so do I. Thank You. Amen."
Charlie turned and went to sleep, holding his faith-and his Rosary beads- close to his soul.