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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Example (07/25/13)

TITLE: Through A Misty Mirror
By Pauline Carruthers


Through A Misty Mirror

A dark blue velvet sky encrusted with tiny diamonds, twinkling like a million lights, nestled over the field. Sheep stood still and silent, afraid to intrude upon the awesome atmosphere. I snuggled more closely into the warmth of my winter coat, frost covered leaves hanging like baubles from stark white bushes, brushing against my sleeve, whispering in the December night.

It was a silent night, holy night, sort of feeling. An aura of deep peace flooding my soul; a reverent stillness capturing my heart. Had it been like this for the shepherds on that glorious night, as a new light had dawned in the valley below? When God’s love had played out in a little stable in an insignificant little town. Painting a living picture for humanity. Setting the scene for the future of mankind. Showing the people of the time and the times to come, exactly what He desired of His world.

‘All Heaven waits with bated breath, for saints on earth to pray’. The words of the old hymn trailed through my mind, posing the question. Am I waiting with bated breath?

“Lord, am I living out my belief and faith, showing family, friends and neighbours what it means when a life is changed by Your love. When they encounter me do they see that Your workmanship in my life is different from the worlds pattern.?”

He doesn’t answer audibly, but I sense His love wrap around me like a child’s comfort blanket and it’s enough to know that He is moulding me for His use.

The air had grown colder, the frost turning to a deep polished white glaze on the trees. Still I had remained, leaning on the gate, looking up at the stars, breathless; reluctant to break the closeness I felt to God. Someone’s sound system played in the distance; classic rock travelling the airwaves, breaking into my thoughts, swirling up memories of a night not so long ago. And what my dear David called, ‘an enigmatic smile’, had crossed my face.

“Do You remember that night too Lord?”

I guessed He did. Didn’t He know every moment of my life!

The Royal Albert Hall, London. An awe inspiring building. It’s imposing exterior sending shivers of expectation through my whole being. Sitting in the soft plush seats in the middle of the front row of the balcony, I had looked up at the magnificent ceiling. Lights that reminded me of upturned toadstools, hung like a fairy circle. Dimmed lights, clapping hands; the orchestra playing. I was lost, saturated in the splendour and wonder of the music. My hands moved involuntarily, resting on the miniature version of my country’s national flag; laid until that moment, dormant on my lap. I had laughed when David had given it to me.

“It comes with the programme.” He had commented.

The audience were on their feet now, flags waving as the singing of ‘Land of Hope and Glory’ drew patriotism from every pore. Overcome with intense emotion I had followed, English reserve fading as I had risen to my feet, flag in hand. Tears of joy straining for release from eyes that simply did not want to miss even one moment of this glorious spectacle. This was just the beginning and I wondered if emotionally I could rise to even higher levels. How I had looked forward to the 1812 Overture, the grand finale.

It had begun quietly, softly, yet every note an exciting anticipation of the crescendo to come. Laser lights chased coloured images around walls and ceiling, building up the intensity. Fireworks slid down from upper balcony to stage, in a riot of colour, noise and variety; pleasurably assaulting the eyes and ears as sound and vision intensified. Drums, cymbals and bells smashed in with the roar of canons, the firing of old rifles, and the sight of men in the uniform of the Moscow Militia. Smoke filled the nostrils and for a fleeting moment gave a taste of battle in the mouth. The emotion was touchable; pandering to all five senses.

An experience of intense appreciation of God’s amazing gifts, so vividly displayed, had brought tears of joy and wonder to my eyes. How much more then, will my senses delight in unimaginable wonderment, when I see through the mirror clearly, at the horizon heralding my Heavenly home. And Jesus, coming in all His magnificence and glory, to welcome me! I am waiting with bated breath.

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Virgil Youngblood 08/03/13
Truly a visual feast, with a heart warming testimony of God's magnificence. Well done.
Brenda Rice 08/03/13
Beautiful descriptions that brought the scene to life in my room. I felt a burst of cold air and it's 95 today in Alabama.

Well written. Thanks for sharing.
C D Swanson 08/05/13
This was so well written, it read like a poetic introspect at the beginning of an epic novel. Loved it.

Great job. God bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 08/05/13
This is a lovely story. I can feel the emotions pour off the page. You did a nice job of pulling me right into the story. Nice job.
C D Swanson 08/08/13
Congratulations! God bless~