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Topic: hope (03/29/04)

TITLE: The Substance
By Lisa Williams
04/01/04

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The scripture, Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen, reverberated in her mind as she ran down the corridor of the hospital. Fear was trying to grip her heart as hard as she clutched the purse in her hands but she vowed not to let it. Finding the OR waiting room she began to pace the worn out carpet where many had paced before. Her mind raced back to just a few minutes ago when she was sound asleep in her warm bed. The phone rang. Blindly she had answered it in the dark and heard herself say, "No!...When?...How?...I'll be there as soon as I can." Scrambling out of bed her feet hit the cold, hard floor. Turning on the light she blinked feverishly until her eyes finally opened. She grabbed her blue jeans and sweatshirt but forego the makeup and raked a comb through her tangled hair. Mercifully, her keys were much easier to find than usual. As her car pulled out of the driveway her mind began to have time to think. How greatful she was for the Bible verses she obediently learned in childhood. They gave her much comfort now; especially the ones that gave her a stonghold of hope around her frightened heart. Just then her thoughts were interupted by a trio of white clad men who walked into the waiting room. The oldest of the three; a white bearded, distinguished looking fellow said to her, "We've done all we can. Your son is very luckly to have survived the accident. It is all in God's hands now." She reached inside her purse and wrapped her shaking fingers around a small, white Bible. Hope filled her heart. She repied to the doctors,"There is no better hands to be in. No matter what happens He will do what is best." Smiling through the tears that streamed down her face she realized hope had been her substance and her case of faith had been built upon evidence of things not seen in the physical world at that moment and she truly believed.


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L.M. Lee04/07/04
flowwed well. need to separate the paragraphs so it is easier to read.