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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Dropout (05/12/11)

TITLE: Angels Present
By Kathleen Langridge
05/16/11


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As my vomit splayed onto his shoes, things got serious. He told the driver to hit the siren and step on it, while alerting the hospital to be ready for a stroke victim, whose vitals had dropped off the radar. I remember very little after that, until I woke up in ICU at a Denver hospital. I was attached to numerous machines but I was too tired to care, too tired to speak, almost too tired to live.

Friday afternoon had been fun, roller-skating with my new friend from university. We were both mature students, in our 40’s, hoping to finally finish our degrees and impact our sphere’s for Jesus. That afternoon ended my first week at CCU with a ride in an ambulance, a ride that went from a discouraging disruption to a dance with death.

In the newly acquired state of too tired to live, my brain made a feeble attempt at connecting with my heart, desiring to focus on my best friend, Jesus. My scrambled brain could only hold onto one thought, his name, Jesus. I may have whispered it or only held it in my heart but his name became one with my breath, breathing in and breathing out, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. All around me in that room, packed tighter than books on a library shelf, were angels. From floor to ceiling, from wall to wall, and they kept coming. They didn’t appear but I knew they were there, I could see them with the eyes of my heart as I breathed ‘Jesus’ in and breathed ‘Jesus’ out. Much later I wondered if they had come to take me to heaven or were they there to minister, as Hebrews tell us? I wanted to see them but all I heard was, “peace be still.” Then as I drifted away again the word “peace” settled over me like a soft blanket and the scent of roses filled the room.

Time passed, with no help on my part, as I lay in my machine-dependent realm. A few times after the original angelic visit a few would hover in a corner, near the room’s ceiling and the blanket of peace would descend. However, the scent of roses, though present, was never as pervasive as it had been the first time. It seemed as though days and days passed but in the real world it was only a week and then they began to take the machines away. They talked in cheery tones of moving me to my own room, out of ICU. I wanted to question their wisdom but I was too tired, too tired to think, too tired to question, too tired to understand.

One morning a team arrived to move me, bed and all, to that promised room of my own. I had enough energy to request that they keep all my things that friends had brought to me, together. I never remembered my friends visiting, but I saw some of my personal things and was told friends had brought them. My Bible was there even though I was too tired to hold it, let alone read it, and my face cleanser with cream. Vanity dies hard sometimes, even in cloudy realms of nearby death. I had one whole day in my new room when in the middle of the night another team came to take me back to ICU. This time my articles of vanity were lost; I didn’t have energy to ask that everything be kept together. My vitals were disappearing again but I wasn’t worried, no angels were waiting. The familiar blanket of peace enveloped me as sleep claimed my body, with healing as its purpose.

When the team came again to move me out of ICU, I felt hope that I might remain in a normal room. At least now I could hold my Bible even if reading it proved too tiring. Friends came to see me and I remembered their visits.

The CCU Dean of Students came to visit and told me I had been withdrawn from school, so no monies would be owed for the week I attended. Thanks to the stroke I was a dropout at age 44. The doctors had told him my future was uncertain and they left it to him to tell me this life changing news. But God . . . Almost 22 years later with 2 additional strokes I am still a college dropout yet a qualified servant of God, no diploma needed.


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Verna Mull05/19/11
Isn't it wonderful that our work for God will never end? So sorry about the strokes, but there is no better plan than Gods. Keep trusting-and writing, and giving Him praise. Good job!
Theresa Santy 05/20/11
The presence of the angels brought a great sense of peace into this entry detailing lots of chaos. I can imagine, asuming the story is nonfiction, these angels also brought a great sense of peace into the real life scene of chaos.

My favorite phrase: Vanity dies hard sometimes, even in cloudy realms of nearby death.
Bonnie Bowden05/20/11
Great descriptive phrases. You could really feel the transcendence of angels in the room.
Debra Burchett 05/21/11
Loved this, we never know what the person on the bed is actually feeling or going through. Sorry about the strokes, but God has turned them to Good. God Bless you and keep writing.
Janice Fitzpatrick05/21/11
You have been used by the Lord and are now. Praise God! Your story(testimony) of your ordeal and how God encompassed His angels around you shows how He gives us peace and promise during our unexpected situations. You may feel that you are a drop out from college but sometimes it is just a change of plans that God allows for His purpose.
Remember this, you are a trooper in the army of the Lord. Salute!! God bless you and keep on sharing what the Lord has given you. This ministered to me in so many ways! Thank you so much. I'll keep praying for your strength too.
diana kay05/26/11
well done on the3rd place. :-)
Janice Fitzpatrick05/26/11
Congrats hon on your win! Well done! Keep on sharing your gift and your heart. Thank you again for writing this, it really blessed my heart.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 05/26/11
This story show what a strong and devoted person anyone are. God obviously had bigger plans for you than college. Great job
Charla Diehl 05/27/11
Congrats on taking 3rd place with this inspiring entry. Your description of peace brought by the angels presence brought a sense of calm to this whole piece. The MC bloomed where God planted her--and experienced His blessings. Keep writing!
maria antonia rahartati bambang haryo06/10/11
I enjoyed reading this story very much. The flow was excellent, well paced, unrushed. My favorite lines:
- I was attached to numerous machines but I was too tired to care, too tired to speak, almost too tired to live.
- a ride that went from a discouraging disruption to a dance with death.
- I could see them with the eyes of my heart as I breathed ‘Jesus’ in and breathed ‘Jesus’ out.
- Almost 22 years later with 2 additional strokes I am still a college dropout yet a qualified servant of God, no diploma needed.

I love your words choice, Kathleen; excellent.

Thank you for sharing.

rahartati