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Topic: Beach (07/04/05)
TITLE: Life can be a Beach
By laura williams
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In many ways my life is like a ship out in the sea. I sail along on the seaís grand waves. Hoping all the time that there is something out in it that will bring me some kind of happiness. How long will I search until I find it? As long as it takes, however so far my search has been in vain. In the calm waters I feel a small sense of satisfaction. Although I always hope to find more I never do. As I travel along a storm begins to brew.
The most awesome storm I have ever seen. The clouds overhead gives me a sense of dread as I wonder if my tiny vessel will make it out in one piece. The winds begin to pick up and the waves crash down upon my ship. I hold to the wheel as I try to see past the wind and waves. I try in vain to find a safe portal to find refuge in. Looking aimlessly out in the sea I canít find an end to this dark cloud following me. As the winds reach a higher speed the waves begin to wash over the ships bow. I hold on for dear life to scared to let go of the wheel. If I did let go where would I end up?
As this thought crosses my mind I see a flash of lightening followed by a clap of thunder. The lightning is so bright it fills the sky just like the sun. When I see it so bright I get a false sense of safety. Thinking of when the waters were calm and I was free to roam anywhere without care. The thunder following is so loud that I am immediately brought back into the reality that is the storm. I begin to fear so much more now because there is rain pelting down on me fearlessly and I canít see anything.
I try to wipe my eyes clear but it is no use. I canít see and it is such a cold rain that my hands seem to freeze to the wheel, but just as I think it canít get any worse it does. The boat begins to rock with such a force that I think at any moment it will flip over with me stuck to the wheel. Frozen from fear and cold. Iíll drown, Iíll be pulled under and I canít swim. I canít let that happen. I run to the side of the boat and throw out my anchor. Determined not to move from where I am. I canít lose my course because of this storm.
I have to find some way to stabilize this boat before I go over. I lower the sail in a desperate attempt to stop a capsize. Maybe if I shift the weight of the boat I will be able to stop this from happening. I run nonstop to try and find anything heavy enough to balance out the weight. It is hard to stand if the wind is not blowing me over I am slipping from the rainís accumulation on the deck. I finally do all I can, but it is not enough a wave crashes over the bow once more and I am throne from the boat into the angry sea.
I canít swim, how will I keep my head above the water. Who will save me? ďHelp!Ē I shout as loudly as I can. ďSomeone please help!Ē None answers, what will I do? Then I hear a voice very soft in almost a whisper yet I hear it over the thunder and waves. It says, ďReach out to me. Just let go I will save you.Ē ďWho are you?Ē I ask feeling very exhausted. ďI canít see you where are you?Ē No answer, I am so tired and waterlogged from this journey I can no longer fight. ďI give up. Please save me.Ē
Every thing goes black as my body is washed from the sea.
I am awakened on the most beautifully peaceful beach. I can still hear the waves but they no longer scare me. They canít reach me here. The storms still come to me, but on this peaceful beach I know that I am safe and that the storm can no longer harm me. Letting go was the best thing I ever did. I was saved from the storm and live on the beach.
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