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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Fragrance (10/24/05)

TITLE: In Our Garden
By Scott Hesch
10/29/05


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“I’m going to be late Mr. President,” Michelle told her cat, whom she had named after Bill Clinton, as she rushed to her car fighting with her purse for procession of the car keys. There was no way she would make it to the station on time, she thought to herself as she started the engine.

Michelle had just turned off Pale Verde and was picking up speed on Del Monte when she saw him. A little boy, who couldn’t have been older than ten, ran out in front of her car chasing his skateboard. Michelle did the best she could to miss him. She swerved left and ran into a street lamp, hitting the boy with the tail-end of her thunderbird. She didn’t have time to think about the boy though, she had forgotten to put her seatbelt on, and went flying through the windshield, landing thirty feet away where, twenty minutes later, she was pronounced dead by Paramedics.

She had read stories about people who had been in major accidents and woke up in places hundreds of miles away with no recollection of how they had gotten there. But she knew that that wasn’t the case now. Michelle knew that this place of breathtaking beauty was indeed what her Lord had promised in His Word: Heaven. The road she was standing on was of pure gold with the most magnificent of buildings lining it. Mans’ most beautiful building would have stood like an outhouse compared to these. What really held her spellbound though was that fragrance. It smelled so familiar, but she couldn’t place where she had smelt it before.

Looking ahead of her, Michelle saw what she believed to be the source of the aroma: a beautiful lush garden with its trees stretching to the sky. Vivid green, purple, and pink foliage and other dazzling colors foreign to the human eye made up the paradise. Drawn to the garden, and with her nose as her guide, she made her way swiftly to the utopia. As she approached, she could make out the silhouette of a Man standing in front of the garden beckoning for her to follow as He disappeared through the gardens’ golden gate.

I’m dead, Michelle thought to herself as she began to sprint towards the entrance. Ironically; however, she didn’t feel dead at all. In fact, she felt more alive now than she ever had. And that Man is either my Jesus or an angel of His leading me to Him. With every step the fragrance sharpened and her excitement mounted as she realized that was now going to see her Lord face-to-face. Oh how she longed to hear those sweet sweet words, “Well done My good and faithful servant.”

Michelle, now in the garden, made her way towards the center. Behind a white birch tree sat Jesus in a modest white robe sitting on what looked to be a wrought iron park bench. For what seemed to be hours, Michelle sat lost in His beautiful brown eyes listening intently to His many words. Not wanting it to be the case, but also not wanting to be taking up His valuable time, Michelle asked, “Lord, don’t you have other things more important to do than to sit and talk with me?”

As He cupped her cheek with a wounded hand, she could feel the scar from when the nail had pierced Him, and He whispered, “Child, as I speak with you now, I am speaking to millions of My children across the globe, keeping people’s blood flowing and their hearts beating, producing more oxygen for people to breath, and keeping the world turning in its orbit that I set it in thousands of year ago. I have time for you. I am yours forevermore.” Reassured, Michelle asked, “Why does this garden smell so familiar?”

“Honey, every time you’ve prayed to Me in private, in our secret place, I was here, listening intently and answering. And after every prayer, I would pass by your nose the fragrance of this garden. Michelle, you will never forget this time in our garden. It will motivate you to live a godly life for Me and reassure you of My faithfulness. I love you.

Michelle had just turned off Pale Verde and onto Del Monte St. when she pulled over and got out of her car. Not thirty seconds later, she saw a boy who couldn’t have been older than ten, run out into the street chasing his skateboard.


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Jan Ackerson 11/02/05
This is definitely well-written, but it confused me a bit. She died, then got sent back in time? Or was it a flash of a daydream, and the accident never happened?

My favorite phrase: "....fighting with her purse for possession of the car keys." So true!
Garnet Miller 11/02/05
Ooo! How chilling. What a powerful vision she had. When God gives you one, you better take heed! Thanks:)
Kate Wells11/02/05
I had a hard time getting past the cat being named after Bill Clinton. I'm sorry.. I just wondering if it was a "Tom cat"... and that was the reason for the name..and it threw me off of the rest of the story. I did like the line about the purse though! And the way that Jesus was hers alone, and yet managing the universe and all.
Kate Wells11/02/05
I had a hard time getting past the cat being named after Bill Clinton. I'm sorry.. I just wondering if it was a "Tom cat"... and that was the reason for the name..and it threw me off of the rest of the story. I did like the line about the purse though! And the way that Jesus was hers alone, and yet managing the universe and all.
dub W11/03/05
Wow. Super job, I was totally in your grasp on this one. Thanks. The ending was the clincher - When I started to read this I was prepared for a POV lecture, but the ending made this story come together.
Nina Phillips11/03/05
I think I got just a little confused about what actually transpired in the second paragraph and the last paragraph?? I went back and read again looking for a clue but didn't find one. A really good story, but I kind of drew a blank. Still curious to know. God bless ya, littlelight
Karen Ward11/04/05
I liked the purse comment too, but my other favorite was: "As He cupped her cheek with a wounded hand, she could feel the scar from when the nail had pierced Him" :) Karen
B Brenton11/04/05
Wow. This is a winner in my eyes.
You go!
Shari Armstrong 11/05/05
Very interesting story (try to have a new paragraph for each new speaker). Well written.
Gerald Shuler 12/21/08
I love this kind of story and the twist at the end. You could have lessened some of the confusion by using italics for the ending and that way people would know that the Lord had warned you of the accident mere moments before it happened, giving you the chance to pull over and stop the car. What I like most about this story is that she actually heard and immediately responded to the Lords warning.