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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: War and Peace (not about the book) (07/07/11)

TITLE: Life and Death Struggle
By Dave Walker
07/08/11


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War! War! War! Struggles and fights. A desperate running to hide but where? Where can I hide from myself from the war that is tearing my mind apart? How can I counter the pack that is ranged against me -- James, my own mother, my friends, the doctor? Should I fight? What if they are right? But no! Something tells me they are wrong. Or are they? The battle rages as I lay awake, terrified, in the cold lonely hours of night.

They have scheduled me for Friday, but my mind screams No!

Then another voice whispers, There is no other way to avoid the shame, to set your life right. Its a war of screams within me and dark whispers and the whispers are winning. Oh why is there no-one to hear the screams? Is there not a person who will tell me that it is O.K. to want to change my life, to nurture the new life in my womb and face the music? I think I would rather have the murmurings of scandal than the whispers in my mind. And yet James doesnt want it. Neither does Mom. I owe it to them. Tug of war its a tug of war and one side wins, then the other. God help me! What do I do?

Its Friday. My body does not belong to me. Im walking, but like an automaton. My mind is exploding with strife. The battle rages. Something deep inside is struggling to surface, but I push it down. Im going to go through with it. Dont come and fight. Get down! Dont come and fight.

Who are those people? Why are they smiling and friendly? Dont they know what Im doing what I am going through? One is coming towards me. Im scared. What does she want? Yet she looks so friendly. She says she knows what I am going through and she wants to help me. Is she going to be another one to add to the whispers like all the others -- smiling friendly faces that, like a court jester, whisper encouragement to do what my heart screams against? What? She is here to help if I choose another way. She will walk with me through the difficult days ahead. She will help me choose the way of love. She will lead me to God to the God I have been crying out to with no apparent response. Someone on the side of my screams.

I surrender to her and her way Gods way. Something washes over me. It is the wave no the tsunami of victory. The stifled scream of my heart has won. I know that the road will be difficult, but the war is over. I know the deep conviction of conquest. And Peace!


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Hiram Claudio07/14/11
Wonderful. Such a story of victory and triumph and on a topic so relevant for today. It was nice to see you write that those who were asking her to "go through with it" were the ones she felt were telling her that her body was not her own - so often that argument is thrown into our faces as Christians. Very good work!