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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)

TITLE: Dreamer
By Clyde Blakely
02/09/08


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I never asked for it but I saw Godís hand throughout it all. Sometimes I wondered but looking back I have no doubts now.

You see, I was a dreamer. God gave me dreams. I thought since I was my fatherís favorite son perhaps I was also Godís favorite. That wasnít what my brothers thought when I told them my first dream. My second dream was similar to the first and when I told Mom and Dad about it I was chastised. It didnít seem to hurt our relationship much though, Dad still thought I was his favorite and that kept me out of a lot of work. Got some special attention too, like a really neat coat.

My brothers were not so impressed. In fact, they hated me. If it wasnít for my oldest brother they would have killed me. God used that circumstance to fulfill His will in my life: I was sold into slavery. Jealous brothers can get someone into a lot of trouble. Some distant cousins of mine carried me into a foreign land that spoke a foreign tongue and served foreign gods. But God was with me and prospered me.

There I was bought by a high ranking military officer. He was smart enough to see just what a great guy I was and placed me in charge of everything he owned. I was good at what I did. Actually, I knew God was behind all I did and He blessed it. I gave Him the credit for it. Even in slavery He blessed me.

I had heard women were trouble; I had read the story of Adam and Eve. Dad told me about how he was deceived into marrying his first wife. But I didnít need to worry. After all, I was a slave, in a foreign country, and God was blessing me. Did I mention that women can be trouble? The only one in my life who could have caused trouble, did. I ended up in jail. I wondered how God was going to use me Ė a slave who was now in jail. But He did bless me there, I ended up in charge of the entire jail! Right under the jailer himself. Now howís that for being blessed? Hmmm, I had second thoughts about it too. But I made the best of it.

Not only did God give me dreams He even gave me the gift of interpreting them. Two of my jail-mates had dreams one night. Seems they somehow had upset the King and lost their jobs, ending up getting an all expenses paid vacation along with me. About their dreams, I interpreted both correctly, one for his betterment and the other, well, he lost his head in the end. It was looking up for me because the guy who made out in the deal promised to remember me when he got back in the Kingís good graces. He mustíve suffered some type of memory deficiency because I remained the top dog in jail for years to come.

Then one day, they gave me a shave, haircut, bath, new clothes and Iím in front of the King himself. Heís had two dreams and no one could give him a clue to what they meant. There was my old jail mate standing at the Kingís side, his memory came back at last. The dreams were simple to interpret, for God revealed the meanings to me.

The King was so happy he gave me his ring and put me in charge of the whole land. Nine years later, my brothers showed up. Eventually Dad and my little brother came with them. My original dreams that got me in all this trouble, well, they turned out to be exactly as He said it would be.

Itís so simple looking back on it all. I must admit it was hard sometimes. It was a long lonely walk to Egypt, there was a difficult change from being a spoiled kid to being sold on the auction block, thrown in jail for something I didnít do was hard to swallow, and someone forgetting to return a favor which landed them out of prison was hard, but, all in all, I would not have traded it for anything. Now that I am with my Lord it is beyond my wildest dreams.

Speaking of dreams, did I ever tell you about the best one of all, it was when God

Word Count 750

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99% based on Genesis 37-44


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Sara Harricharan 02/14/08
You brought new life to the character of Joseph, I don't think I would've pegged him for a little chatterbox! ^_^ This was fun to read and I enjoyed it all the way to the end, I wish there'd been more it was so good! (and yet another favorite of mine for this week!) ^_^
Dolores Stohler02/14/08
Too bad the word count didn't allow you to finish the story but I sure enjoyed what I read. Such a great story and your retelling of it was good. Wonder if anyone has ever written a novel on the life of Joseph. You could do it very well.
Seema Bagai 02/15/08
Good retelling of the story of Joseph.
Joanne Sher 02/15/08
Enjoyed the voice of this. Nice retelling.