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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Every Dark Cloud has a Silver Lining" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (02/28/08)

TITLE: Bailey Canyon Creek
By Ginny Winters


The crashing sounds of rolling rock jarred awake the sleeping grandpa. Quickly, he jumped to his worn but spry seventy-nine year old feet and ran to open the front door to see what all the ruckus was about. Right before him the still small creek was no more, instead a roaring river plunged through the property and covered every square inch of dry land, just as a madman in the game of risk invading every country to reign supreme, it was a power no one could reason with. One by one bedroom doors were pounded on, with shouts of “The creek’s flooding!” Daughter and grandson were immediately up out of bed, throwing on clothes and tossing things onto the bed and dresser tops to salvage what they could. This was not a drill, they had painfully gone through this ordeal before!
It was 4:30 in the morning. The mom grabbed the telephone and dialed 911.
“What is the nature of your emergency?” the operator routinely inquired.
“We are being flooded!” She hollered over the rushing river sound.
“I’m sorry, we are unable to help you, there is flooding all around the city. You must get in your vehicle and drive to high ground.” She patiently said.
“No, you don’t understand” the mom exploded! Our road has been washed away and there is no way out! The cars have been caked into the river and are immovable.”
“Oh,” she said, “Well in that case I’ll call the rescue squad to come get you.”
The motley crew assembled themselves with slickers, rain hats and rubber boots. They grabbed shovels and rakes and prepared to take a stand against the enemy, but it was too late. The battle was already won in the previous hours when the water had taken out the roots of the trees that camped along the banks. The boulders were too dangerous to get in front of as they clattered down the pike taking out the picket fence and anything else that defied itself in front of the mouth of its destructive path. Soon there were flashing lights across the banks. The ladder truck from the fire station had shown up and they were tying up one of the men to a strong rope. The brave man battled the rolling rocks, walked, slipped, and floated his way across the watery barrier with a life preserver vest in his hand. He in turn put it around the shoulders of the frail grandmother who had undergone neck surgery six months prior. Her steps were hesitant, her trust unsure. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself being lifted between two big strong men. The neighbor had come across the side property and helped the fireman secure his precious cargo. The rest followed, step by step careful not to fall and drop what little they had gathered; a change of clothes, much needed medication, and a little wiener dog that was shaking from the inside out.

Two years and seven hundred ninety four miles later found her sitting in her cozy kitchen. The red cupboards displayed the warmth of the afternoon sun that reflected from the window. She took a sip of hot coffee and sighed! “Ah, who knew that after that year of trials from her mothers tragic surgery, to her own divorce, to a flood that displaced her from her home. That she would end up owning her own home outright. Never having to fear that it would be taken from her in a bad market, or an onslaught of rain again! Who knew that she would meet and be a part of a unique women’s worship band that traveled to and fro to help usher others into the Holy of Holies. Who knew that she would form a close bond with one of those members and experience friendship akin to David and Jonathan; have the opportunity to travel to Africa and beyond, to see God’s mighty hand move! Who knew that she would meet a man of God, and travel down a path she thought would be posted “No Trespassing” for the rest of her life.
God knew! God was there the whole entire time. Sometimes we only see the rain that washes away everything we had. We don’t realize that some of that stuff was not God’s best for us. The rain has stopped and God is still God! He knows the plans He has for you!

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Joshua Janoski03/06/08
I liked that everything turned out good for the woman in the end.

I was a bit confused about which woman it was at the end though. I am assuming that it was the mother who made the phone call. Also, how did she get the new house? Did she buy it with flood insurance money? Just some minor details that I would have like to have seen explained.

Also, whitespace would help the reader be able to navigate your story easier.

God does restore to us that which we lose. Just look at the story of Job in The Bible. Good job. Keep on writing!
Glynis Becker03/09/08
This was a wonderful telling of an inspiring story though I would like to have seen a clearer connection between the flood itself and all the great things that happened later. Great descriptions!
Laury Hubrich 03/09/08
Nice retelling of a story. Would be good to give us some more details, though. And yes, spacing between paragraphs helps immensely. Keep on writing!
Jan Ackerson 03/10/08
Lots of excitement and suspense, and I loved the detail of the little weiner dog.

I agree with the above comments--some more detail, some focus, some edits, and this little gem will be more polished.
Shirley McClay 03/10/08
Your last paragraph was my favorite! Very insightful and encouraging.
Shayne Catoe03/12/08
He knows the plans He has for you!

We should all remember this in deep times.

The first half of the story was very exciting. There might of been more of a connection between this half and the next which was very victorious.

I enjoyed reading your story.