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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Help (02/20/06)

TITLE: TOPSY TURVY
By esther robinson
02/23/06


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“What had happened? Where could see be?” I longed for her presence in the pantry but her cheerful face never appeared.

It was a sunny afternoon and the establishment was bustling like bees surrounding a hive and business was at its peak. My colleague could not even have a word with me and the pressure was mounting high. Yet the question, “What had happened? Where could see be?” kept replaying in my mind. No longer did my mind coordinate with the work in hand. I dialed the intercom and once again asked, “What had happened to Hadasah? Has she by anyway entered the teleconferencing room?”

Before I could disconnect, Hadasah stood behind me with mixed feelings. She held a paper that read, “Suspended. Enquiry pending.” Asking me call her residence after office hours she left the spot immediately. I rushed home like a mad woman and called my friend at once.

I could visualize the invisible tears that rolled down her cheeks and the agony that engulfed her heart while she said, “They persecute me wrongfully. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help. The trouble they had set was near but there was none to help me.”

Bereft of words, yet strengthening myself with the power from on high, I told, “Don’t worry. Just lift up your eyes to the hills from where your help comes. Your help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. My words may not comfort you I know. At this juncture, I understand that the help of man is useless. Would you mind saying a small prayer with me. Let us be patient. First of all, we will send our petition and make it known to God. Surely He will make a way for you.”

I uttered a very small prayer. In the end Hadasah told, “I feel very relieved now. I will pray for those who had persecuted me wrongfully. There are many plans in a man's heart, nevertheless the Lord's counsel; that will stand. Thank you for supporting me with your prayer. God bless you.”

The whole matter did look as if there was no light at the end of the tunnel. Two days passed by. God proved that He has power to help and overthrow. My friend was reinstated with all honour and those who willfully planned to ask for bricks without giving the necessary straw were removed.

Always remember, “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”


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Jan Ackerson 03/03/06
How wonderful that you were there to pray with Hadasah. I was a bit confused by the situation--would have liked more explanation as to what happened at the job. The ending was very satisfying.