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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Sunday School (10/25/07)
WORDS NOT FORGOTTON

“Nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord and all people must accept this love of God through Jesus, like little children...”

These are the word which still echo in my memory whenever I think back to that specific day at Sunday School. With little hands holding on to my crayon I carefully traced the outlines of a picture while listening to the message. It was the picture of Jesus on the cross and on the opposite page the empty grave. I remember the confused thoughts I had towards the people hurting Jesus and the smile I draw on the angel's face who gave the message that Jesus is alive.

That was a long time ago.

I grew up and so did the sinful nature inside of me. Jesus became a childhood fairytale, only real to me when I needed someone to blame.
I became one with this world and followed every desired that filled my mind. It was the darkness itself that jumped on my back, whispering little lies inside my ear with a deafening sound. Mocking the small voice deep inside my heart and with persuading words it made a devil’s child out of me.

The more lost I got the bigger the emptiness became inside of me, filling my whole being, while the serpent sits behind my eyes. So ashamed I want to hide away, scared to face the people around me. Scared they will see the evil inside my soul.

At the bottom of this empty pit down in the darkness I fall to my knees, in silence thinking back to my childhood believes.
Remembering the words spoken a long time ago of the love of God for all people and sinners alike. With confused thoughts I realized it was me that put those nails inside his body and in repentance I could only but humble myself before God.

In my heart I became a little child again.

You took hand, lift me up and set me free
Yesterday.
Today.
Everyday.
My life.
belongs.
to You.
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Joy Faire Stewart
11/01/07
Perfect example why it is important to begin teaching children at a young age. Powerful descriptions, esp. 4th paragraph.
Jan Ackerson
11/02/07
Very touching testimony, especially the paragraph where you describe the time when you were far from God.

A second edit for grammar and mechanics will catch the little mistakes--or you may want to get a second pair of eyes to read your entry.

Fine writing potential is quite evident in this essay.
Lynda Schultz 
11/06/07
Nicely done. Those seeds planted deep in youth take root and produce in God's good time.