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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Gifts (of the Spirit or service) (11/22/07)

TITLE: A Gift from God
By W. Yvonne Birnell


A Gift from God

The bombs were sounding all around us, we kept right on singing, praises to our Lord. Sometimes the sound was so loud you could not hear the person next to you singing, but we knew they were, we all were.
The bunks in the barracks were stacked three beds high, I was glad to be on the bottom for I was scared of heights, like that mattered now. How long would we be here? Where were the men, and where were they holding our children?
I have met some wonderful women here. We formed prayer groups immediately after arriving. We all knew this was our last stand here on earth and that we all needed God’s strength to get us through this final battle. Oh, if only we could see our children, God give them strength to watch us die and let them know it will be all right.
Then the time came, my turn to enter the arena. I was ready to give my life for Christ. To my surprise my four children were up on the grandstand smiling, holding balloons. They looked well taken care of, happy even. I prayed, “Dear Lord, give them strength to watch me die for you.”
I was standing there in total shock when the commander yelled my name and asked if I was ready to give up these children for my God. My children looked at me with a surprised look on their face and started to run to me yelling mommy, mommy, but they were stopped before they could get off the stage.
I yelled to them, with tears pouring down like rain saying, “It will be ok, it will be ok.” Then the question came again, “Well you deny your God and worship me, or do you want to see your children die?”
To me the words sounded like they were coming from somewhere else, but I knew it was me saying, “I can’t deny my God.“ Then saying to my children, “Remember my loves, absent from the body, present with the Lord.” I kept saying, over and over again.
The moment came, as I stood there and watched. They grabbed my daughter and lead her to the guillotine. I was not surprised she went willing. As they strapped her in the question came again. This is your last chance to save her. With tears running down my face all I could do was shake my head. I just kept saying, “ Mommy will see you soon, my dear. I’ll see you soon.”
Looking down I heard the sound of the blade fall and I woke up.
Real tears running down my face, my pillow soaked. I sat up and looked around for a moment to get my bearings. Then I got down on my knees and gave thanks to God that it was only a nightmare, it was not real. I had this nightmare when my children were very young. I tell you it made me realize, just how precious a gift my children were to me. I still thank God every day, for each and everyone of my four children.

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Jan Ackerson 11/29/07
How terrifying!

Be careful of run-on sentences and comma splices.

Even though it was a terrible nightmare, it was a blessing to have that dream because of the realization it brought.
Esther Phillips12/04/07
This caught my attention and emotion right away. It was breathless. I was surprised to find it only a dream. It undoubtedly has helped you in recognizing the importance of your precious children. The only thing I can offer on your writing is that it would be easier to read with more white space. In other words, if you could separate the paragraphs, it would help. You undoubtedly can write. Keep at it.