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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Cooking or Baking (01/04/07)

TITLE: "Shine the Light"
By Shannon Jacobyansky
01/09/07


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“Shine the Light”
As I enter the room, there it is my violin. I run to it with the giddiness of a child. I pick it up and twirl around holding the violin in one hand and the bow in the other. I raise my hands up and with laughter, I thank the Lord for remembering my violin. As my head is raised in thanksgiving, I notice the basketball hoop hung on the wall. My eyes run down the wall and there for my enjoyment are a rack of basketballs. Wow....I'm stunned! As I turn, I see the polished baby grand, waiting for my fingers to make music for Him. I run toward the piano eager to hit the first note, but as I get closer I'm stopped dead in my tracks....I hear music.....it sounds like angels........"Yes, yes, yes!" I exclaim with all the vibrant joy within me. "He did it! He put me by the music; he put me by the music!” I repeat five more times as I do the touchdown dance in my end zone. I stop again. This time I smell something. I sniff again over and over until it leads me to a doorway with no door. "Oh...my...gosh." I say with stunned amazement as my head peeked into the room. "A kitchen.....it's beautiful.....I can cook.....I can bake.....I can have my friends and family over for a meal." There on the stove was a hot batch of chocolate chip cookies. I picked one up and took a bite and a string of chocolate dripped down to my chin. I walked back out the doorway and there in my room was all of my friends and family.
They shouted, "Welcome home!" I dropped my cookie to the floor and tears of joy began to flow down my face. My Grandma Bowser was the first to greet me with a warm embrace and with it she handed me a note. I opened it slowly wondering what words would be inside. The note read....
"Come and dine with me.
I can't wait to see you!
Welcome home my child!"
Love Jesus.
If only for a moment ...imagine the room that he prepares for you.
I know the room my heavenly Father is preparing for me will have a kitchen so I can continue to use the gift God has made me dearly love…..cooking and baking. A lot of times it almost seems as an act of worship to Him when I am in the kitchen preparing food for my family and friends.
This year for Christmas I baked over forty dozen cookies. I gave most of them away to friends, but also ten dozen to a complete stranger. The woman had three children who lost their Dad earlier in the year to cancer. The mother, who I now know as Shirley, suffers from Lupus and has good days and bad days.
Shirley and I met while waiting at the elementary school to pick up our children. I just felt the Lord impress upon me to strike up a conversation with her. So I did and learned of her situation. I told her that I was a Christian and would pray for her. I had my writing briefcase with me and reached in and pulled out this poem for her….

“My Glorious King Jesus”
Father I thank you this day,
For your presence in my life,
I want to breath you in until,
At last I exhale and love abounds.
My glorious King Jesus!

My friend, please walk with me
Lead me down the path,
I will follow the whisper of your robe,
As it brushes against the foliage.
My glorious King Jesus!

I can’t wait for the day
To behold thy beautiful peaceful face,
I will run to embrace you,
And then fall to the ground kissing thy feet.
My glorious King Jesus!

At which your hand will gently
Wipe the joyful tears and
The other hand will nudge me to rise,
As you welcome me home to dine with thee,
My glorious King Jesus!
Shirley and her family were so thankful for the cookies they would have done without this Christmas. I thank the Lord for the gift he gave me to love to cook and bake. In return, I want to bless others with the fruits of His gift to me. And in doing so shine the light of Christ!


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Jan Ackerson 01/11/07
This almost seemed like two different stories, one with your interpretation of heaven, and one with your passion for baking. I wonder if it'd be more effective with one or the other, and then expanded.

Either way--I'd love to have a friend like you: music and cookies, a winning combination!
Valora Otis01/14/07
The first third of your story was a delightful reverie. I enjoyed it as if I were right beside you. I was a little lost as you changed tenses. I think that you could have enlarged this part to encompass the whole article. Nice job!Keep writing:-)