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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Fearful (08/23/07)

TITLE: From Darkness to Light
By Jenny Fitch


The heavy wood door shuts with a sickening thud. A rusty padlock clicks into place. Sprawled out on a hard dirt floor, I canít see my hand in front of my face. Where am I? How did I get here? I lay there temporarily frozen by confusion and fear.

I have to get out.

Adrenaline pumps through my body as I move to my hands and knees. My fingers are my eyes in the darkness. They explore each jagged inch hoping to find some way to escape this nightmare. A wall. Itís surface rough and hot. As I stand to follow it, I am struck by how small this room is. My hand bumps the low slung ceiling causing it to rain down bits of debris. Panic wraps around me like a suffocating blanket. My breath quickens. Hot damp air fills my nostrils. Calm down, find a way out. I move along, always one hand on the wall. The pebbled surface changes to weathered wood. The door! I hit it like a child in a tantrum. Fists swinging, screaming for help. Fruitless. The sound dies in the thick walls of the room. It dies with me.

Discouragement and fear wash over me. I am going to die here. No! I can find a way out. Keep moving. Feeling along the rough wood of the door, my fingers stumble across a scratchy surface. The padlockÖitís on the inside! How can this be? Is there someone else in here with me? My anxiety increases with each beat of my heart. I pull at the lock until there is no strength left. The lock wonít budge. Sweat runs down my forehead from heat and exertion. Donít give up. I donít want to die. I claw at the wall with my hands. Bits of earth crumble to the floor. It would take years to get anywhere. I donít have years.

The perimeter of the room holds no answers. I have to risk going out to the middle. If I sit here, I die. Fear seizes me as I think of leaving the security of the wall. The only sound is the rush of blood through my veins. I take two timid steps into the black hole and freeze. I canít do this. What if the thing that locked me in here has been waiting for me to move into the open? I lunge back to the wall.

Hopeless, I slump to the floor. Darkness smothers me. There is no way out. I throw up a prayer, not sure if anyone is listening. I look up from my prayer to find a sliver of light making its way into the room. My eyes follow the golden glimmer of hope to the middle of the room. I pray again, this time more earnestly. When I glance up, the light is illuminating something. I head toward the unexplored area of the room. Itís a boxÖa toolbox! Maybe thereís a key. I fumble with the latch on the box with nervous fingers. Throwing it open, my excitement gives way to defeat. Itís empty.

Wait, in the corner of the box. A Bible? As I pick it up, it falls open. The light shines on one small section. ďThen Jesus again spoke to them, saying, ĎI am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life." My head is spinning. Is it possible? In answer to my silent question the light of understanding dawns. I pray again, knowing now who I speak to. As I say the words, the lock tumbles to the floor. Beautiful Light spills into the room as the door swings open. I am free.

Then Jesus again spoke to them, saying, ďI am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life.Ē John 8:12 (NASB)

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Ginny Winters08/31/07
Awesome analogy of being locked up without the freedom of Christ.
Rhonda Clark08/31/07
This is very cool. Your desriptions are excellent.

Awesome job.
Brenda Welc09/03/07
Wow! I am amazed at how you sucked me and then made me feel like I'd been hugged! Great writing style--thanks for sharing this! Be Blessed!
Julie Ruspoli09/03/07
Very well written. I could picture your story so easily. Your comparison of finding your way out of a dark room and finding God is perfect.
Dee Yoder 09/03/07
If only everyone were aware that the dark rooms they walk in through life ARE dark, maybe they would not wait to bring the Light of Christ into their lives. Great analogy and writing! Your descriptions are vivid.
Joanne Sher 09/04/07
This is astounding. I am speechless. This is going in my favorites for sure!
LaNaye Perkins09/05/07
This was good on so many levels! Well done!
Dee Yoder 09/06/07
Congratulations, Jenny! First place-great writing!
Sheri Gordon09/07/07
Congratulations on your 1st place. Your writing is very good. I am severly claustrophobic, and your descriptions literally had me shaking. Great job.