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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Mothers (05/02/05)

TITLE: I Can Only Imagine
By Joyce Simoneaux


I sat outside under the trees and imagined a world that only an imagination could create. The sorrow I kept pinned up in my heart needed a place to escape.

With my eyes closed, I imagined a beautiful garden. In the garden was foliage with the deepest greens and a myriad of vivid colors. The sights, sounds, and smells seemed so real. The sun shone through a haze that added a magical touch to the elaborate scene in my mind.

Tiny balls of light began to dance around in the garden in the distance. As they came closer, they took the shape of beautiful beings with golden hair. The beings carried with them a serenity that overwhelmed the grief I felt. Peace began to flow through me like a tiny stream trickling over rocks. They each glanced my way with a smile that promised more to come.

A gentle wind began to blow, and the leaves of the large, lush plants began to sway to and fro as if dancing to some silent tune. The beings started to come together forming a procession in two’s as a shining, golden street appeared in the center of the garden. The angelic procession parted and formed a line on either side of the street, like sentinels guarding the path. Beautiful music began to play, which seemed to come from the center of the sentinels and radiate outward and upward.

All of the beings turned slowly to the east as their eyes focused on someone coming from that direction. My senses began to reel inside of me as my spirit was caught up in the majesty of the moment. A bright, radiant light came over the horizon, ever increasing as it came nearer and nearer. Each sentinel opened its mouth, and glorious praises began to flow from them as anticipation grew in me.

I was compelled to stand in awe and wonder as a bright and beautiful figure walked slowly up the golden street. No, wait; there were two figures. The second was a tiny frame, delicate and graceful. I dared not open my eyes, for it would surely destroy the magical world I was creating in my mind.

The eyes of the first figure, a man, met my eyes. His eyes were captivating. Funny, I seemed to know him, but I couldn’t quite bring to mind who he was. The corners of his mouth turned up in a gentle smile as he read my thoughts.

“I Am,” He said, as He lifted his hands and extended them toward me. I immediately saw the holes in His hands and instinctively looked for the ones I knew I would find in his feet. Jesus! Oh, yes! He is much more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

The second figure was concealed by the brightness of the light that surrounded the Lord. At His bidding, a woman stepped forward and smiled. Her tiny frame was robed in spotless, white linen, and her face was almost as bright as the One who stood beside her. No words could describe the rush of emotions that filled every fiber of my being as I recognized her.

All of the sorrow and grief subsided and was replaced by overwhelming joy. I wanted to run to her and embrace her once more, but I knew I must not touch her. She was in the presence of the Lord and His angels, and I am still a mere mortal soul bound to this earth. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, as my mother blew me a kiss. I brought my fingers up to my lips as if to keep it there forever.

“I love you, Mom,” I said as the Lord took her hand once more to lead her back up that golden street to her new home with Him.

“I am sorry I can’t stay,” she said, “but I am joining our loved ones at the banqueting table prepared for us. Your seat is saved for you when you join us there.”

Some distant sound woke me from my vision, and the beautiful scene before me slowly disappeared. The grief threatened to overtake me once again as I remembered holding her hand as she died just days ago.

Sunday is Mother’s Day. Mom’s first in heaven, and my first without her. I’ll surely miss you, Mom, but oh, what a wonderful Mother’s Day you will have in heaven.

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Kathy Cartee05/10/05
Heart touching. I would love to sent this to a dear friend. Her mother joined Jesus just a few weeks ago.
Wonderful writing.

Helga Doermer05/10/05
Lovely peice. Sometimes the coming is more than imagination. It was reminiscent of my mother coming to me in a dream. Their spirits do live on. : )
David Stewart05/12/05
Wow what a beautiful story! It is very calming and reassuring. It is very well written adn a pleasure to read. Great job!

Peggy Yengling05/13/05
Dear Joyce, This was so very beautiful... I am having trouble writing because of the tears in my eyes. The love for your Mom came through every thought that spilled from your 'pen'. My heart goes out to you in your sorrow, but I feel your peace and even joy at the wonderful vision of your Mom rejoicing with Jesus! Love, Peggy
Sally Hanan05/13/05
Only someone who loves to spend time with the Lord would be given such a gift. This was not your imagination....
Leticia Caroccio05/16/05
Amazinginly written. You managed to share your grief with us all. This was powerful and poignant. I especially loved the scene when your mom blew the kiss and how you brought your hand to your lips. This was an almost tangible scene. Beautifully done. This one I will treasure. I recently lost a dear, dear aunt and the pain is so strong. I don't want to imagine what it's like to lose a mom. God bless you as you go through the healing process.
Joyce Poet05/16/05
Well now everyone will know that I am guilty of not having read the posts for the "Mother" challenge. Sorry. I just haven't had the time. I don't have a clue how well written the "winning" posts are. All I do know right now is that this is top-rate in my book. "Highly commended" doesn't close to do it justice. Chills broke out all over me as I read. Hallelujah! I praise the Lord for your blessed visitation and the peace and healing it brought to you, my beautiful sister in Christ.
Mitzi Busby05/16/05
This is absolutely beautiful. It touches the reader on so many levels. You've done a wonderful job with such a tender subject.
Sharon McClean05/16/05
Oh Joyce, this is breath taking, it is beautiful. This land of make believe sounds very REAL to me. What a gift you have for expressing your beautiful mind. Love, Sharon
Deborah Porter 05/16/05
Joyce, congratulations on your Highly Commended Award. It was well deserved. With love, Deb (Challenge Coordinator)
Joyce Simoneaux05/16/05
Thank you all very much! I am overwhelmed by the many wonderful comments. I don't know what to say, except thank you, and God is SO good!
Gloria Laroza T.05/17/05
Joyce, you deserved this highly recommended reward for a very well written piece. I will be looking forward for more of your inspired writings.
Nancy Hardy05/19/05
What a most glorious vision of truth your have written. Hope is what allows us to carry on in their absence. Your imagery is outstanding and your pen is truly blessed by the Author of our lives. Thank you for sharing this most tender and cherished story. I know I shall not soon forget its powerful message. Again, thank you!