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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Soul (07/13/06)

TITLE: Jonathon
By Lisa Stephens
07/15/06


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I think my heartís breaking in two. The rainís pouring down on me, soaking me. Buckets of rain, like itís never rained before. I think it must be God crying. Godís crying and canít stop. Heís crying for all the lost souls, and heís crying for me. Iím sitting in the middle of the graveyard, kneeling in front of Jonathonís grave, sobbing. Jonathon died three days ago, and his funeral was today. He was my best friend, and I donít know if I can live without him. I know he was a Christian, that heís in heaven now, dancing with angels and singing Godís praises. I know that heís in paradise. The problem is that Iím not. The problem is that Iím still stuck on earth, and his soulís in heaven.

ďGod, I know you took him for a reason,Ē I scream at the skies, ďI know that it was your will, but what about me? I still need him, God, I still need him!Ē

God doesnít seem to care that my heartís breaking. A bolt of lightning flashes, lighting up the sky. I think that I must look strange, kneeling in a graveyard during a thunderstorm. Iím just glad that nobodyís around to see. I remember the night he died. Around midnight I got the call. It was Jonathon. He asked me to go pick him up, and mentioned his stomach hurting. He gave me the address of the place he was at.

I was surprised, because when I got there he was sitting on the front steps of a house that looked like it was having a drinking party. He stood up and got in, shotgun.

ďWhat are you doing here?Ē I asked him.

He told me he didnít know, and said his stomach hurt really bad. Then he looked me in the eyes and said,

ďBetsy, I want you to know, whatever happens, God loves you. I love you, too, Youíre like a sister to me. When I die, I want you to know, Iím going to be with God. Donít worry about me. Now I want you to take me to the hospital, I think someone drugged my sprite.Ē

I drove faster than Iíve ever driven before, and probably faster than I ever will again. Rushed him into the ER. He explained the situation to the nurse, and they took him away. Two hours later, a doctor came out and told me that Jonathon had died.

So now Iím crushed. My spirit feels like someone stabbed it through with a knife. Jonathon shouldnít have had to die that way. I wipe the tears from my eyes, a useless gesture, because they are readily replaced by new ones.

ďOh God,Ē I whisper, and I donít even know why Iím whispering, ďI canít stand losing Jonathon, I think my heartís broken. But I know you have a purpose in this, and I know you can heal my soul.Ē

I stand up and start walking home. My heartís still breaking in two, but I feel a little better.


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Kaylee Blake 07/20/06
Wow. I love the sentence about the uslessness of wiping away tears only to be replaced by new ones. A heartrending story. Makes the reader feel for Betsy. Personally, I hoped for a happier ending though.
Constance Marie Korn07/20/06
I read this story with great sadness. It is amazing how God is with us even through the most difficult situations. I'm sorry for the loss of Jonathon. But for his friend it will be hard to pick up the pieces. Wonderful job! Loved It!!!
Zuanne Joubert07/21/06
It is a both sad and beautiful story. You captured emotions so well.
J Mitchell07/22/06
A story that is truly heart stirring.
william price07/23/06
My, My. Your story sure stirred up some emotions in me. Granted the story could use a little work here and there tightening it up and some mechanical stuff, but you told an honest story. It was very fresh. Keep working. I'll be looking to find out who the writer is. God job. God Bless!!
Marilyn Schnepp 07/26/06
Great entry, but sad story. Two things bother me; one, what does "shotgun" mean? (the house?) And the other, Betsy was so anguished she WALKED home and left her car at the hosp? Anyway, nicely done.