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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Year(s) (01/20/11)

TITLE: Spared for His Glory
By Jennifer Hill
01/22/11


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I stood there in awe of my surroundings. Speechless, I just stood there. The light was blinding. It was just like I’d read in Revelations 4 and Isaiah 6, I was in the throne room. I dropped to my knees, face down, arms out stretched in honor of my King. What was I going to say? How many times had I thought of this moment?

As I asked myself the question, it was then I realized I hadn’t prepared for this moment enough. How had I spent my years on earth? I knew I’d be answering for them and I wanted to shrink back. I wanted to go back and change the things I’d missed. I needed a second chance at my life.

For too much of my early years I had treated him like an insurance policy. Got God, check; if I should die, I’ll go to heaven. As I got older and life got more complicated, as it tends to do, I did rely on God more. I really began to pray. I read my Bible, I went to church, but still I treated God like a genie at times. “Please just grant me this and everything will be so much easier.” All those things I thought I needed to live seemed so ridiculous now.

Hardships came and I did grow closer to God. I knew his truth. I’d felt his comfort. I’d seen his hand in my life. Blessings came and I gave thanks and praises to God. I just failed to speak up. I didn’t go out and tell the world the good news. I knew the Creator of all, the King of Kings, the Lord God Almighty and I didn’t tell enough people. I made mention of him, name dropped him so to say. But I never opened his Word and pointed it out to others. I never made close ties at church, I kept to myself. I prayed, for my own little world, not his world.

What had I done with my years? I knew God, but I had lived a scattered life for myself. I’d wasted my gift of life and not used it to glorify the giver of life. My eyes were closed, my face was still down, arms out stretched when I felt myself being pulled away. What on earth?

Someone was huddled over me. Confusion surrounded me. Pain began to engulf me. I kept my eyes closed and now willed myself back to the serenity of heaven. Wasn’t that where I’d just been moments ago?

“It’s amazing honey, that you’re alive.” the voice was warm and comforting, “My son and I were driving home and saw your car crashed on the side of the road. He pulled you out. We’ll stay by your side. Help’s coming.” His hand was holding mine and my pain lessoned.

My head started to clear as I heard the sirens in the distance. I opened my eyes and could see clearly. I was lying on the side of the road. My car was in a crumbled up mess. Lights seemed to be flashing all around me, as a medic ran over to me.

The look on his face was strange. He looked from me and back to my car.
“You were in the car when it crashed?” What a funny question to ask me. Why else would I be laying here on the side of the road?

“That is my car, so yeah, I was in it. When I came too….” I looked around, where were they?

“What or who are you looking for?” the medic asked.

“There was an older man and his son here. They pulled me from the car. He was just holding my hand.”

One of the officers came over and verified that there was no one else but me. As for the man and his son, there was no sign of anyone being there. I could tell the medic thought it was a concussion talking.

The officer pulled my info up on his computer and walked back over, “Her name is Jamie Madison, 25. We’ve notified her family, they will meet her at the hospital.”

The medic smiled at me, “You sure are lucky young lady. Looking at your car, it’s a miracle. You must have been spared for a reason.”

And as I thought about what all I had just experienced. Dream or not, I knew exactly why I was alive; to glorify God with all my years!


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diana kay01/29/11
what a wonderful story and so well told :-)
Kate Oliver Webb01/29/11
Very moving story. I agree: well-told. Great descriptions, chillingly real.
Verna Mull 01/29/11
A very challenging, moving, writing, very well done. Thank you for writing this
Bonnie Bowden01/30/11
Miracles abound around us. I do believe we are each given a specific gift to use. I too have wasted time on irrelevant things or used God as my wishing well.

I am so glad you or the character in the story was spared. Thought provoking story.
Lisa Fowler02/02/11
Thank you for sharing. ANGELS... they really ARE among us!