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Topic: WIN (02/14/19)
- TITLE: The Dream
By Yvonne Blake
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I awoke panting and sweating. Sitting up, I looked around my shadowy room. The clock displayed Friday, May 10, 3:20 AM. Friday – today was the day. I took a sip from my water bottle on the nightstand and lay back down. I would need to sleep. It was going to be a big day. As I often did, I used these quiet times to talk with my Lord. “God, thank you for another day. It’s going to be a big one this time. Who would imagine me doing this a year ago? But here I am.” Oh yes, it had taken me a long time to get here, with lots of tears, frustrations, and downright depression. But Linda didn’t give up on me, and didn’t let me give up on myself either. I had been through four surgeries, countless hours of therapy, hundreds of exercises, and miles of practice.
I finally did get back to sleep and woke to the sun dancing in the tree outside my window. I could smell breakfast and knew my wife was already up and preparing for today, too. I could see that she had laid out my new black running shoes and a yellow t-shirt, which declared on the back,
We left the house early to get a good parking spot. Also, I hoped to have time to stretch my muscles beforehand. Linda kissed me for luck, and I approached the starting line. “Dear God, give me strength.”
I was off with a burst of energy. The cushioned soles of my new shoes seemed to put an extra bounce into each step. The track seemed to stretch forever, but I kept going. Left, right, left, right – I could see my feet moving, but they became so heavy I could hardly move. I had to keep going. I was almost there.
Through it all, I kept my childhood dream before me – crossing the finish line with my arms outstretched, the crowds cheering my name as a medal was placed around my neck, then lifting the golden disk to my lips, and waving to the crowds. Never did I realize how long it would take to get me to this place. It wasn’t easy.
Left, right, left, right – I could feel the sweat running down my back and the side of my face. My heart was like a bass drum booming in my ears. “Concentrate . . . breathe . . . breathe . . . only a few more feet . . . God, help me!”
I closed my eyes for a second. I felt the wind in my face. Voices cheered as I neared the end. My eyes startled open as one knee buckled, but I caught myself and kept on going. The cheers grew louder. Left, right, left, right – I raised my arms as I stumbled over the finish line. Someone was there to catch me and wipe my face with a damp towel.
I did it! Today I walked across the room – no wheelchair, no crutches, no helping hand. It had been three years since the accident – three years of misery. I thought I’d never walk again. But we did it, God and I together.
Tears mingled with sweat as I turned to greet the clapping crowd: the hospital staff, my friends and my family. The breeze of a fan soothed my throbbing pulse. My sweet Linda stepped close and placed her arms around my neck. Her kiss was more precious than gold. I raised my arms in victory, and the crowd thundered their applause.
II Corinthians 12:10 “When I am weak, then I am strong.”
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