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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Fearful (08/23/07)

TITLE: Don't Panic
By Sherri Ward


Reubal cursed. Zipter was running toward him, shaking in fear. “I gave you an assignment,” Reubal growled as Zipter fell at his feet. “Why aren’t you in her room, keeping her gripped in fear as I ordered you to?”

“I can’t,” Zipter wailed. “He was there!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know! HIM! HE was in her room!”

Reubal cursed, then stared silently at the demon crouching and wailing before him. “Shut up and get on your feet! What was He doing? At least give me a report on the situation, you cowardly twit!”

Zipter sniveled and got shakily to his feet. “Well, He seemed to be feeding her.”

“Feeding her what, food?”

“No, He seemed to be feeding her words.”


“Yes. He was feeding her words of faith.”

“So, she is being nourished on words of faith, while you cower here in front of me?”

Zipter silently stared at the floor. He had a retort in mind – “Why don’t you go in there if you’re so brave?” – but he dared not breathe it aloud.


Tracy tried to ignore the sounds of the noisy hospital hallway. Morning was still a long way off. She rolled over and closed her eyes. Sleep could help her forget her living nightmare.

“Tracy.” It wasn’t an audible voice – had she really heard it?”

“Lord, are you here?” Tracy prayed silently. “Lord, you have to get me through this. Jesus, I am afraid.”

“I know, Tracy. I understand. There are some things I want you to remember. First is that I love you.”

“I love you, too, Lord.”

“Second is that I am right here and I will not leave you.”

“Okay.” Tracy was beginning to feel a deep sense of peace.

“And third is this: Don’t panic.”

“Don’t panic?”

“Don’t panic. Is there any situation I can’t control?”


“Trust Me. Don’t look at circumstances, look at Me.”

“Okay.” Tracy drifted peacefully into sleep.


Reubal had a plan. “Use someone to carry the message, that way it won’t really be you saying it!”

“Well, I don’t know if I can…”

“Shut up! Get to her door, and use whoever goes into that room! Your assignment is to get her firmly gripped by fear! I don’t care who you use, just do it!”

Zipter tripped over himself in his haste to get away.


Tracy aroused from sleep. Even as she realized she had slept through the rest of the night, she recalled that The Lord had spoken some things to her and she focused on trying to remember what they were. Oh – that He loved her. She did know that. It was something she had been told since childhood and she didn’t doubt it.

The second thing – that He would never leave her. What a comfort that was, especially now! But the third thing, what was it? It was a bit odd, she did remember that. “Well, Lord,” she prayed silently, “you are going to have to help me, because right now I don’t remember it.”


Dr. Marin was feeling exceptionally sour this particular morning. She would appear fearful, they always did. The news was the worst possible. She would cry. He would be polite and make his exit. What a routine. He stepped into the room with a heavy sigh.

His hopeless message was delivered, but Dr. Marin was baffled. A little voice inside his head made him repeat, “It’s cancer. It’s inoperable. There’s nothing we can do.” He felt oddly almost angry that his words didn’t seem effective. “I hate to be the bearer of such hopeless news…” Was she deaf?

The voice in his head was getting louder. “Tell her she’s dying. Say it again!” the voice raged.

“Don’t panic,” Tracy remembered, and almost smiled. “What an amazing God I serve. Jesus, I love You. I won’t panic, if You will help me not to.”

Aloud, she said, “Thank you, Dr. Marin. Now I want to call my pastor and some friends from church.”

The voice screamed, “They can’t help you! It’s cancer! All your little church friends can’t do anything!”

Dr. Marin said politely, “I’m sorry.” As he left, the voice screeched, “It’s cancer! It’s cancer!”


“You failed!” Reubal screamed. “Can’t you hear the sounds coming from her room? That’s a celebration! She should be quaking in fear! Instead they are praising God for His goodness! Get out of here before I kill you!”

Zipter fled.

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christine bastow09/02/07
What a great analogy. Well done. chris x
Joanne Sher 09/07/07
Congratulations, Sherri. Your entry has placed 7th in Level 2. The Lists for the Top 15 in each Level and the Top 40 overall is available in the Weekly Results and Highest Rankings forum of our Faithwriters Message Boards