Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

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



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


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.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Make Hay While the Sun Shines" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (03/06/08)

TITLE: Life Before Dreams
By Jeffrey Snell


Indigo prowled over the horizon, crows peered down from frosty lampposts, and my gloved hand grasped the entrance to the factory where I worked. So many dreams waiting for freedom, like beckoning doors of promise. Then I felt it coming: doubt, a dusky tone probing my thoughts again, relentlessly testing. Will freedom from this sin ever arrive? Will you ever get to the shore and go on? After a prayer for endurance, I stepped inside.

Recalling life before the nightmares, I remember a sense of safety, like love and strength are without question, the future is brilliant, and you can rest without worry. My home was the aroma of pot roast, a snapping fire, my wife's hair brushing my face, the kids' joy and clamor hugging me tightly. On the night it started, drifting to sleep, I decided we'd found contentment.
Lightning seared, trees quaked and the earth roared, tearing... it felt like the cyclone striking in The Wizard of Oz...strange dream-light, house cracking and shaking, yet not collapsing... my wife and children between me and the house, crying, pleading with me... the sky darkens to a shade between black and red, like smoldering charcoal in the dark, and behind my house, shadow, lurking, edge just visible enough to reveal its presence... dread in my heart surges... I move to protect my family... but can't... my body refuses... dread boils up to terror... widening eyes watch the shadow approach... darker than the air, sneering at my impotence... with a poisonous grip, the shadow covers my loved ones until I can no longer see them, muffled cries fading to grief without sensation....

The first lark's song woke me in sweat that next morning, and I knew, somehow, the dream was real. Horror lingered. My heart strained to pull back my former contentment but discovered only a shriveled carcass.

As time passed, I could identify with Joseph when visions began affecting his place in life. In the Scripture, he seemed so free of pretense, yet burdened by that of others; the fight felt inequitable. I labor greatly, demanding discipline from my body, pushing it beyond limits it insists upon. My flesh, this Old Nature, hates my new heart. It calls me to defy the Holy One who lives there and instead pursue sin's lustful demands and the expectations of other fallen fools. Satan enjoys chafing this flesh, stalking me. He is the shadow.

Crying out to Jesus dawn and night, my love resists the marsh of lies I must swim through, striving for shore. The lies have every flavor--I'm still an imposter, put family before Christ, God's wrath for me endures, the world is good--a smorgasbord of subterfuge. My eye stays vigilant for sin's subtlety while leaving my heart in hope. Hope that I can make it through the test and prove worthy of the blessings I'm entrusted with.

On this morning, the grim shades of predawn fled an army of blue and white light as I gazed out a window, breathing my thanks to God. Each pure cloud was a blessing. My coworkers chatted, machines whirred around me, and residue of the previous night's visions drained away.

The day passed, and I realized I didn't know how much time remained, how many more opportunities I'd have to be rid of this plaguing sin before the great evening descends. I had to get past this! I searched for some symbolism from the dream, like Joseph and his cows and years of plenty and famine, without success. I pleaded with the Lord: please help me protect my precious family! Ironically, His reply was so immediate, it startled me.
Son, you and I are one-- your heart is pure like the clouds! Your dreams are mine; but life must come first. Only devour Me instead of the choice food you see, and all will be well.
Do you think you are the only one I love?

Relief burst from my eyes. Reminded that He is truly God, my heart finally knew: I could not save them, could not reach the shore, could only wait for Him to bring me there, bring us there, when He chose. For the first time, I saw that the command was not to survive but to believe. My face and heart grinned with such a great peace! And contentment broke into my soul as through a ruptured dam, pouring deeper and cooler than any I had known before the nightmares came.

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 586 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Patty Wysong03/13/08
So very deep. I was rather lost through much of this, but the last paragraph clarified things for me. (I'm not a deep person *roll*) I loved this line: 'the command was not to survive but to believe.' So very true.
Sally Hanan03/17/08
Good writing, with some deep analogies to the struggle with sin.
If you want more comments, try hinting during "hinting time" on the message boards, and then on Wednesdays we can actually link to our entries before the winners are announced on Thursdays.
Debbie Wistrom03/17/08
I will be reading this one again, but wanted to say right of that you have a wonderful way with words. At first I was intrigued as to who or what Indigo was and then I realized you were descibing the sky. Wonderful! A different title might get more reads. Keep it up.
Lyn Churchyard03/17/08
I read this three times - not because I couldn't understand it, but because the descriptions were so wonderful. I could picture everything. The crows sitting on the frosty lampposts, even fog rolling around. Your gift for words is superb – “My heart strained to pull back my former contentment but discovered only a shriveled carcass.” – Unbelievably good. Your last sentence capped the whole narrative wonderfully. I stand and applaud.
william price03/17/08
Some great lines in this piece. Enjoyed it. God bless.