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Topic: Peace (03/15/04)

TITLE: My Hopes Are Built On Nothing Less
By Jacqueline Odom-Bullock


The skies were baby blue and very bright. I couldnít see the sun but I knew it was shinning. The leaves on the trees were healthy and green. Different colored butterflies danced around in between white and yellow daisies. The birds chirped in harmony while building their comfort zones called nests. And a rainbow formed an arch below the sky. I have never seen such beauty in my life.

The streets were long and so white you could see silver sparkles imbedded in the ground and they sparkled like diamonds. The cars, the houses, and every single item on the streets were clean and let off an illuminating shine like they were polished daily.

I can remember standing in the middle of the street. There was no activity yet it was broad daylight. I felt a little weird. There was no breeze whatsoever blowing and an odd calmness was in the air. I really couldnít tell what the temperature was and it didnít even pose an issue with me. I saw a little white church up ahead. It was a plain church with a tall steeple. I made my way down the street and walked inside. I sat down in one of the rows of pews and I remember sitting way in the back.

Suddenly a pastor appeared at the altar. I am not sure if I turned my head for a split second or what happened but there he stood in a black robe. I raised my eyebrows and frowned. He started to walk towards me. I could feel my heart-pounding heavy and I felt like I was losing my breath. I panted like an animal needing water. I became a little dazed and confused when I realized that it was my own pastor. He held out his hand and called me by my name saying, ďCome on. Itís time.Ē I hesitated for a second and then I gave in and placed my hand in his.

The raging waters inside of me came to a complete stop. I could feel my lungs expanding as I inhaled and let out a long breathe. At first it was a queasy feeling and then it became tranquil. It engulfed me like a match to gasoline. I felt the serenity inside of me.

I emerged out of my sleep so quickly it scared me to know that I had been dreaming. I tried desperately to get back to sleep to feel that feeling again but it didnít happen. I often wonder if that is what it feels like when your days are done and your soul is at rest with the Lord. If that is what it feels like, my hopes are built on nothing less than Jesus.

Member Comments
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Lynne Cox03/22/04
Your ending was just perfect for the piece! Loved it.
Phyllis Inniss03/22/04
Our dreams sometimes tell us what we need to know about ourselves; sometimes too an extension of our hopes. Very good article.
Juanita Pittman-Brown03/23/04
Your article is well written and very enticing in its descriptive tone. I enjoyed it very much, and agree fully with the point you make. God bless. Not everyone has the gift of being able to describe God's beauty and life as a span of time as well as you do.
Helen Wiebe03/23/04
Very well written and very intriguing. However, you may want to watch your tense. Everything is wriiten in past tense except for one place in the first paragraph where you slipped into present tense, just for a moment. Still, I enjoyed your article completely.
Dori Knight03/24/04
thank you for this piece - very descriptive. made me feel like i was there in your dream with you! thanks!
Donna Anderson03/25/04
Peace is a beautiful place! Sweet dreams :)