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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Green (10/22/09)

TITLE: The Woman in the Storm
By Marita Vandertogt
10/29/09


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The wind never seemed so strong as it did that night. Or the clouds so dark. Rain hit the black asphalt in the parking lot in slashes like little knife cuts against a counter top. When I looked out of my window, there she was, standing in the center of the storm, calling names, strange names, her body turning in a steady circle, making the long skirt flair out against the wind. I watched her straight black hair, reach out like her hands in the twirling. And then something moved out from behind a bush, one foot in front of the other, crouching against the rain. Then another, from behind a car tire. And another, from behind the big metal dumpster.

Yes, I heard her call. Yes my friends. I’m here. Don’t be afraid of the storm. Follow me and I’ll take you to safety. They positioned themselves around her, in a circle. She stopped the spinning and bent down to look at each one. Then with a final loud, come, she walked toward the building . They followed, little dark shapes in the night, out of the storm.

An odd sight, these homeless kittens, moving to her side from their places of safety. I’ve seen them in the neighbourhood, their round green eyes wide inside skinny furry faces, stopping long enough to stare back at me without blinking, before running to the next place of safety.

“Come,” the woman had called, promising safety to the green eyed creatures in the middle of the storm.

“Come” Jesus called to Peter , in the middle of waves that were black, bottomless, and pulling at his feet.

“Come” Jesus asks us to step out toward Him and away from our own self made places of protection.

We don’t have to be green eyed unblinking kittens, constantly looking for a way out of our own personal storms.

We have one. Listen for the voice. Listen for the “come”, an invitation to step out of our storm by first stepping into it with Him.

“Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him.” (Matt. 14:31 NIV)

Our own guaranteed place of safety.

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* The woman in the storm with the cats really happened – a little embellished, but not much. Strangest thing I ever saw.


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RuthAnn Cornelson 10/29/09
This story is certainly fitting for this particular week - a little spooky. I like that it is mostly true - even more spooky. A nice devotional ending reminding us of our shelter in the time of storm.
Mona Purvis10/29/09
I like the woman in the story a lot, her courage and caring nature.
I thought the entry is a little weak on the topic.
good story.

Mona
Colin Swann11/02/09
A story with an almost ghostly feel. Then I suppose it was rather spooky when Jesus appeared walking on the water on that dark night. Interesting! Thanks.

Colin