Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Love (04/27/06)

TITLE: One Twilight's Dream
By Edy T Johnson
04/27/06


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

As shadows lengthened on a hot, summer afternoon, Mina went to her bed to lie down. Events of the past few days had left her exhausted. Elowyn was gone, and Mina could only wonder about the destiny of her soul. What a pitiful way for a young girl to die!

The two families had been friends as well as neighbors. Their children had grown, playing together. Then, Elowyn’s mother left the church and joined that group. All Mina could think was how dreadfully Hattie had been deluded. The two mothers continued to talk over the backyard fence, but now Hattie projected a new hostility in her voice.

“Jesus’ death on the cross means that much,” she snapped her fingers, “to my salvation!” Mina was struck speechless by her friend’s remark. “And, don’t you dare talk to my children, anymore, about your religion!”

Mina’s daughter, Ruth, and Hattie’s Elowyn graduated high school together and then enrolled that summer in the local teachers’ training program. At the ceremony that gave them their teaching certificates, Ruth commented to her mother that Elowyn was so thin that she could see the beating of her heart against her blouse. Elowyn didn’t have a chance to make use of her credentials to teach. Over the winter, her mother refused to have her see a doctor, or anyone else. True to her new religion, Hattie denied the existence of sickness. When someone asked about her daughter, Hattie always reported that she was just fine.

Then came spring, and the days grew longer. Elowyn’s father intervened, over Hattie’s objections, and called in a doctor. But, the tuberculosis by this time was too far advanced. He could do little for her.

Mina worked in her garden, praying constantly for the family next door. She was in anguish over the prohibition against speaking to Hattie’s precious children. One day she had an idea. Didn’t it say in Scripture that miracles occurred when handkerchiefs or aprons from Saint Paul were brought to the sick? She picked a bouquet of early blooming flowers, praying while she clipped the stems. Then, she called Ruth.

“Take these to Elowyn. I’m not allowed to speak to her, but I’ve prayed over these flowers....” Ruth made the delivery, but returned home, shaken by what she had seen, and done. Elowyn rested on a couch in front of a sunny window. When she raised her arm to wave, Ruth maintained she could see through that arm. And, to her own shame and horror, Ruth screamed and fled the house. This beautiful dying girl was so emaciated that she was little more than a skeleton. They heard later that she clung to that bouquet until her dying breath.

Now, Mina lay looking at the ceiling, tears running down onto her pillow. “I should have gone! No matter what Hattie said, I should have gone to talk to Elowyn!”

A moment later, it seemed, she woke with a start. “Such a dream, I’ve never had!” she recalled, telling how she had seen Elowyn standing in the twilight at the foot of her bed. Her dress radiated whiteness, and she was beautifully healthy. Not only that, she was singing! What was that song? Mina had never heard it before. She sprang from her bed and ran downstairs. A package had arrived the previous day, a hymnbook her husband had ordered. She tore off the paper and found Elowyn’s new song among the pages.

Elowyn’s father and grandparents overruled Hattie, again, when it came to the funeral. They held it in the church and the pastor told how Elowyn had been especially close to her grandparents. They had selected the following hymn, which they knew to be her heart’s desire. The song was “Fade, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus is mine.”

When she heard this, Ruth said, she bawled louder than any of the mourners. For this was the very same hymn that her mother, Mina, had already heard Elowyn singing in her twilight dream.

-------------------------
Some names have been changed, but this is based on a true story, as I recall hearing it from early childhood. Every time my mother Ruth told it, this story sent goosebumps up the back of my neck, and moved me to tears. God answered the anguish in my grandmother’s heart with this special revelation of His love and grace. Even more remarkable, the dream-vision was set to music, given to a woman who was totally tone deaf!


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 1121 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Lynda Schultz 05/05/06
It took me a couple of reads to make the transitions (that was probably just me) but this is a very moving story and well-written. Congratulations.
Phyllis Inniss 05/08/06
Truth is certainly stranger than fiction. Through God's supernatural intervention the impossible becomes possible. I enjoyed the story, tragic as it was. Good writing skills.
Dr. Sharon Schuetz05/09/06
Beautiful story. You did a good job on the characters.
Kate Wells05/09/06
Thank you for sharing this touching story. Kate~
Kathleen Morris05/09/06
It took me a while to catch on to your hint, but I finally got it...and I'm sure glad I read it. You write so well. Keep it up!
Rachel Rudd05/10/06
I, too, had trouble with the transitions, but I think the story was excellent. What an awesome God we serve.
Maybe it will work another way in my brother's case. He doesn't want our family to talk about God to his children....maybe they'll hear it somewhere else, though.
Thanks for sharing!
Marilyn Schnepp 09/24/06
What a precious story. So heart wrenching, and so real. You have told it so well - and the bouquet of flowers she held until her last breath choked me up...Nice job, Edy!(so glad for this vacation break- so I can read those I've missed).ms
Verna Cole Mitchell 12/03/10
What a beautiful story. Sounds like God's grace at work.
Betty Castleberry12/04/10
This is a beautiful story. Well written, and offers much hope. Kudos, dear friend!