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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Home (01/09/06)

TITLE: Time to Go Home


“Home. I need to get home. I want to go home. Please God, help me to get home!”

Billy trudged up the hill from the schoolyard. His lip was bleeding. His favorite jeans had a rip in one knee. His hands were scrapped and his eyes were swollen from crying. His lucky cap—that apparently wasn’t so lucky anymore—was gone. It had fallen off during the scuffle and Billy hadn’t noticed until it was too late. There wasn’t any time to go back for it. He had to get home.

The bullies had bruised his body. They had crushed his eight-year-old bravado. They had even ruined his best jeans and made him lose his prized Cubs cap. But he still had one thing to hold on to—home. The hope of home kept him going. If he could just get home, he’d be all right. His Dad would be there. He’d make it all okay.

It was time to go home.


“Home. I need to get home. I want to go home. Please God, help me to get home!”

Julie had been on the streets for just three weeks, but she felt like she had aged thirty years. Her once beautiful auburn locks were now plastered to her dirt streaked face in thin greasy strands. Julie had always been immaculate in her grooming, but now she smelled like the garbage she had just been rummaging through. She hadn’t had a decent meal in over a week. It had been even longer since she had showered. In the last few weeks she had seen things she never thought she’d see. She’d done things she never thought she’d do. She had to get home.

Her daddy warned her about Hollywood. He tried to talk her into going to college first and then if she still wanted to act, he would support her. But with all the wisdom of her seventeen years, Julie knew better. She had to go NOW and if he wouldn’t help her, well, then she would just have to do it herself. She hadn’t worried about a job or a place to live, she was sure she would be “discovered” in a matter of days.

She was discovered all right—by the pimps and drug dealers. They made promises, but they were all lies. Now she was filthy, hungry, sick and ashamed. But she had something most of the kids on the street didn’t have—home. Julie still had the hope of home. All it would take was some bummed change and a phone call. She could go home. Daddy would come get her. He’d make it all okay.

It was time to go home.


“Home. I need to be home. I want to go home. Please God, let me come home!”

Sandra knelt with her face on the bedroom floor. Deep, convulsing sobs shook her small frame, as a steady stream of tears washed unseen feet. Wave after wave of love and longing swept over her, threatening to sweep her into the ocean of eternity right then and there. She was lost in His presence again and didn’t want to ever be found. The deluge of emotion was overwhelming, but she didn’t care anymore. She ached for Him so desperately that nothing else mattered. At His feet, she was home.

It hadn’t always been that way. Sandra had tried the ways of the world. She had wandered aimlessly for years—broken, weary, empty. Never fitting in anywhere. Never belonging anywhere. Worn out from being worn out. Then Jesus captured her heart. She’d come home.

But He promised her even more—an eternal home.

Now, the thought of that home fills Sandra with a depth of longing that is, at times, almost unbearable. Longing to see the One she loves so passionately, face-to-face. Longing to physically touch Him and audibly hear His voice. Most of all, she is longing to bow before His throne in worship so she can kiss the feet she has washed so many times with her tears. Her Father is there. In His presence it will all be okay … forever.

But forever hasn’t yet come. So she waits.

It just isn’t time to go home.

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terri tiffany01/17/06
I liked this style. Great descriptions and it tied together so well. Nice ending too!:)
Alexandra Wilkin01/21/06
This is so nicely constructed, and tenderly written. It flows very well, and the hurts and pains of each of the characters is captured nicely through each of the little 'windows' through which we see them. God bless.
Dara Sorensen01/22/06
I loved how you tied all three little stories together! Excellent descriptions too, especially for such a short amount of space to write each little story. You really have the talent to become a remarkable writer!
Amy Michelle Wiley 01/31/06
Each of these stories were touching on their own, and added together made a wonderful article. Well done!