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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Green (10/22/09)

TITLE: Mansion On A Hill
By
10/28/09


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I can feel my heart racing as I travel up the winding road, pass the beautiful green rolling hills. I can hardly believe that the time has finally come. I have been dreaming of this for years. I have always been able to see it in my mind or at least I thought I had. My mind could not even imagine nor have my eyes ever seen such beauty. If is far greater than I ever conceived.


I pass the tall green trees with the white fences. Horses are grazing in the lush green fields. The blue skies with the white floating clouds are beyond imagination. I go a little further up the road and there it is. My dream home on the very top of a hill with a well manicured green lawn. The view is exhilarating. It takes my breath away.


I turn up the winding driveway. It is lined with dogwood trees in full bloom. Such beauty I have never seen. The well landscaped green lawn has flowers of all kinds swaying in the breeze. Daffodils, roses, lilacs, you name it, the fragrance mingles together, tantalizing the nostrils. The fruit trees with all kinds of fruit grace the property, my mouth waters from the thought of it.


Finally, I reach the house. It is much bigger than I had imagined. The huge wraparound porch with tall stately rocking chairs; I am tempted to just sit awhile. No, I can’t, I have to see the inside.


I walk through the open door. There is no need for doors to be closed here. This neighborhood is like no other in which I have lived. There is no fear of crime.


I look around. I can see my reflection in the shining hard wood floors. The ornamental rugs are beautiful. The furniture is so magnificent. The art work seems to tell my lives’ story. I am amazed.


I hear a faint cry. I enter the nursery. There lays my tiny son. I pick him up. It has been so long. He is so tiny, but he is the spitting image of his older brother and younger sister when they were babies. His big blue eyes and the tiny wisps of blond hair, there is no doubt to whom he belongs. I bend down and kiss his tiny forehead as I did his older brother so many years ago. He smiles that little baby smile. I hold him tightly in my arms.


All of a sudden I hear this beautiful music. The melody is more beautiful than I have ever heard. I sing along. I am surprised with my own voice. It is simply beautiful. I sing with zest. There is no one to hinder me.


I go back out on the front porch. I sit down in the big rocking chair. It is almost time for the family reunion. I can hardly wait to see Mom and Dad, my in-laws, my grandparents and all my aunts and uncles. Oh yes, and the very special guest. There they come. I can see them coming up the long driveway.


I look up and the special guest is standing in front of me. He looks at me with those eyes of compassion, that tender loving smile. He takes me into his arms and says, “Welcome to your new home, my sister”. I in return say, “thank you Lord.”


The doctor turns off the defibrillator and notes the flat line on the heart monitor. He turns to the nurse and says, “time of death 2:42 pm.” I will go and notify the family.

He enters the room of anxiously waiting family and friends. They know immediately what he is going to say. “I am sorry but she did not make it, she is gone.”

The family begins to cry. The daughter can hardly bear it. Her father takes her into his arms and holds her tightly. He then softly says, “Don’t cry my precious daughter, our hearts are breaking it is true. She is in a better place; she is where she has always dreamed of being. Your mama is “finally home”.”


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Pam Ford Davis 10/30/09
What a beautiful picture of the home being prepared for us! It oozes with peace, contentment and joy!
Marie Fink11/03/09
Wonderful picture of being welcomed in heaven. Good writing.