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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Flowers (10/03/05)

TITLE: The Roses of Angel Mountain
By Angela Saunders


The sun shown in through the windows of the small cabin on top of the Mountain. It had been twelve days since Brenda's arrival to her dream home. A dozen roses, bought for her on the day she came home from the hospital, were on the windowsill where she could view them from her bed. All of the roses had wilted one by one over the past week and a half. Today, only one rose remained standing tall, petals smiling toward the sun.

Brenda was young. At forty-six, she was in critical condition from pancreatic cancer. Her body had been through one procedure after another until the physicians had decided that nothing more could be done. Family had watched her body become a frail ghost of what it had once been. Her spirit, however, remained as strong and as vibrant as the rose that stood on the sill before her this morning. Through her pain she smiled.

Eleven days earlier, the doctor's had released Brenda into the care of her family. For the first time in nine months, she was wheeled out of the hospital and flown to the home she had never seen but had always dreamed of. Her bed was laid in front of the cottage window to see the beauty of the sun rising over the mountains to greet her. On these mornings, deer greeted her at the window, curious about the newcomer into the cabin. Wild turkey and birds of every kind gathered in the yard within her view. A collector of Angels, her home was on the final addition to her collection. Angel Mountain, bought for her in hopes that she would regain enough strength to enjoy it. For eleven days, Brenda enjoyed this beauty with every strained breath. For eleven days, her smile brightened the room. With each passing day, however, it glowed a little less. Each day, one rose from the bouquet bowed its head as though mourning her passing strength.

On the bright morning of the twelfth day, things were still. Wildlife seemed to dissipate into the trees beyond the house. The only living creature outside the house was a serpent seen crawling over the stones. Family began gathering around as Brenda continued to smile through her pain.

"Read to me." a quiet, forced voice came out of her mouth.
Her sister picked up Brenda's Bible, worn and ragged from days spent pouring over its words. Letting it fall open, she began reading passages Brenda herself had highlighted from Psalms 31. "My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning. My strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak." "But I trust in you oh Lord, I say You are my God."
At that very second, Brenda looked up toward the window, and sighed her last. Surrounding family looked up where Brenda had glanced with her dying breath. The last of the roses had begun to fold its petals downward. Brenda was home.

Prologue: This is the true summative testimony on the events surrounding the death of my Aunt last summer. Proof ever still that God demonstrates his love and mercy through even the toughest of times. He is always there!!!

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Daniele Moskal10/10/05
One look towards Christ will more than repay and abolish earth's sorrow. One look from Christ will fill our hearts with sunshine. All tears are dried-up on eyes that meet His. Loving hearts find their heaven in looking into one another's faces, and if Christ be our love, our deepest and purest joys will be found in His glance and our answering gaze.... This challenge article captivated my attention; a beautiful, true heart-warming story of God's eternal love for all His children. I was blessed by a very good well-written true-story!! God bless and I pray you will be short-listed as one of the winners . Love from JOHN3-34 Evangelist xxx
Gabrielle Morgan10/10/05
A beautiful account of death - a natural timing like the rose. A spirit leaving with courage and acceptance in God's time. Lovely work.
Garnet Miller 10/11/05
Thank you for sharing this account of your Aunt's passing. The story is very well written.
Jan Ackerson 10/12/05
Very touching and sweet. Thanks for sharing.
Melanie Kerr 10/12/05
Sad, but full of hope too. I liked the part in the story that the roses played.
J. C. Lamont10/14/05
Precious. Love the title.
Deborah Porter 10/17/05
Angela, I just wanted to stop by and let you know that you actually did quite well in the Flowers Challenge, ranking 10th in the Level 2 list with your lovely entry. So give yourself a pat on the back - you deserve it! With love, Deb