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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Write in the ADVENTURE genre (05/24/07)

TITLE: In A Bird's Eye
By Virginia Gorg


In A Bird’s Eye

* * * * * * * * * *
“Yes, Lord?”
“Go to the humans. You are needed.”
“Fly in this storm, Lord? Leave our eaglets alone?”
“They are in My care. Go now.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Help will be here soon,” I muttered sarcastically. Nearby, Gary groaned through the pain of his twisted ankle.

“I’m sorry we badgered you into coming,” Jay said. “We thought exploring an unmarked path would be fun. We didn’t plan on a thunderstorm.”

“Falling ten feet to a rock ledge isn’t my idea of fun.” Inside I was raging like the thunderstorm outside. Being huddled in a space barely big enough for four didn’t help.

My identical twin sister knew me well. Celia’s voice tried to break through my despair. “We are sheltered in this cave and not getting wet. We have backpacks of food and water. You worry too much. Put your trust in God.”

“Don’t lecture me. Since you found religion, God is all you talk about.”

“God isn’t about religion, but a personal relationship with Him,” Celia said.

I ignored her and stared outside. I hate hiking and being outdoors. I live for soap operas. Why did I agree to come along on this stupid hike?

Flashes of lightning lit the dark sky. The thunder rumbled so loud the rocks seemed to shake. I glared at Celia, “Where’s your God now?” The storm raged on inside me as well as outside.

I looked at my watch. It’s 2:15, and I’m missing the season finale of “Our Days,” with Angela’s secret revealed. “I should have stayed home. These stupid treks you always take. When that ground fell away beneath our feet, we could have died.”

Celia ignored my comment, but said, “Look how dark the sky is against the brightness of the lightning. It’s beautiful.”

“Beautiful,” I said aghast. “You know I’m terrified of thunderstorms. No one will find us and we’ll all die. No one cares.”

“God cares and is in control. Watch and see.”

Ungraciously, I watched as the sky blackened and the lightning increased. In spite of my fear, this display of light and sound fascinated me. It was frightening and beautiful. The thunder reverberated off the cave walls in tune to the flashes of lightning, like a chorus with an orchestra conductor. The streaks of light came from every direction, following a predetermined path. If we had been outside, we would be pelted with intense rain and winds so strong that we couldn’t even stand up.

Suddenly, the cave entrance filled with wings. As we gasped, two bald eagles struggled against the wind to find a foothold. With boldness, they walked into the cave and sat at our fingertips. Each flash of lightning was reflected in their unblinking eyes. Hesitatingly, I reached out to the one closest to me. He looked at me, and then allowed me to touch him. His ruffled feathers over my hand revealed the downy softness beneath. In wonder, the others also touched the birds. My gaze traveled from eagles to sky and back again. I was unsure which fascinated me more. I began to think about God and things my sister had said about His control of the sky and all creation. Was there truth to her words?

Hours later, the storm outside began to subside and the clouds were being chased away by the sun. The storm of my hopelessness was being replaced by joy as the darkness in my heart dissipated. I knew my life had changed.

The eagles rose to their feet and stretched out their wings to the full span of nearly seven feet. The male looked at me as if saying, “feel the sun.” In perfect harmony, male and female lifted their wings to glide into the now clear blue sky. The sun shone with radiance and the warmth began to creep into our sheltered cave.

Celia smiled at me, “You’ve changed.”

“Yes. I don’t understand, but I know that God was in control of that storm, and now me.”

“Praise God,” responded Celia.

* * * * * * * * * *
“The message was not completely understood. Return and let My words speak to the female.”

“Yes, Lord,” they replied.

* * * * * * * * * *

Surprisingly, the eagles returned for a brief moment. The male sat inches from me, looking intently into my eyes. In my heart, I suddenly realized he meant, “feel the SON.” Satisfied that I now understood, the eagles soared into the sky as a rescue ladder dangled in front of us. My adventure had just begun.

Ref: Isaiah 40:31, Luke 8:25

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terri tiffany06/01/07
Good writing - interesting story:) Liked how you broke it up.
Rita Garcia06/02/07
I really enjoyed this multi-layered story, revealing His glory!
Donna Howard06/03/07
Great description of the storm, and I love the ending.