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Topic: Where Angels Fear to Tread (not about the book) (09/08/11)
TITLE: I Want To Go Home!
By Linda Goergen
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Not that Iím not grateful for who you send to help me Lord, like that sweet girl that put a blanket over me when I was so cold last night and couldnít get my words out right.
But then Lord, that skinny ole boy came and put those doggone rails up on my bed and that alarm that sounds off something terrible if I try to get up and I felt like I was in jail again. Canít you please get me out Lord? Send some angels after me or something! Or are the angels afraid to come in here too, fearing they will get trapped in this place like I am! That could be, theyíre smart enough to know a place nobody should get themselves into!
Donít get me wrong, I appreciate all you do Lord, like sending that girl with the ice cream you knew I was craving and she talked so soft and kind when she fed it to me.
Even so Lord, I want to go home! Why donít you heal me? They keep telling me Iím sick! Of course I know Iím not that bad, but Lord if they think so, make me look healed so I can get out of here! I tried to pull some stuff off, like that bag attached to my privates, to show them Iím okay, but they just got upset and wouldnít believe me! Even called my wife in and she told me I had to stop that too! That made me cry! Why did she agree with them?
Actually I cry a lot in here, sometimes because Iím happy, like when they let my family see me! And when that man came and read the bible to me. And I was so happy Lord, when you remembered to have someone shave me!
But I cry more, wondering if even you God, can hear me in this prison. They call it a nursing home, but I know better! Itís a prison alright and I donít know what I did to get put here, but I want to go home. Home where my family is or even home with you Lord, but please donít let this prison here be my home much longer!
If youíre teaching me patience Lord, Iíve learned, honest I have! I try not to get upset any more when they have to clean me up because they took too long getting me to the bathroom. I donít even get upset any more when I am pushed to the side in my wheelchair, waiting for them to do something else, before taking me outside where you know I love to feel that warm breeze across my face. Thank you for teaching me patience Lord, but I understand it now, really I do!
You know God, even if the other angels are afraid of getting trapped in this place with me, Iíd think Michael could do it if youíd just send him. I remember those stories and all that battling Michael does for you and Iíll bet even all these tricksters in here couldnít trap him! This is a terrible prison Lord, it seems like they mostly put old folks in here and you know we just donít have the strength to fight like we used to. So we really need Michael!
Until you break me out Lord, I want to thank you for the music you send in here to me. That lady with the big ole smile just came in and said they were having some gospel singing down in the big room and sheíd take me. You know how much I love music Lord! Especially good ole gospel hymns!
But while I am down there I am going to sneak a peek out that big window and see if there are any angels peeking back in. I understand if theyíre afraid to come on in Lord, this place is just too hard to get back out of! But if I see them, it would be a good time then Lord, for you to send Michael along! They could be his backup. And I could go home. Amen.
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