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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hope (05/04/06)

TITLE: I don't want to go!
By Val Clark


He turned and waved briefly before the bend in the pod that led out to the 747 and his job 1900 miles away swallowed him.

What now? I didnít want to go home to a cold, empty house. A house where I would be faced with the reality of yet another move. This time we would move, not into an adjacent suburb, but across the country. It wasnít a case of saying farewell to my house - my single, young adult sons did not want to come. How could I leave the sons I loved, who I believed needed me so much? For what? To join my husband, to whom I had made a teenagerís promise, so that we could continue in our miserable failure of a marriage.

Pamís words echoed insistently. ĎWeíre having a healing service this week; a visiting speaker. You should come.í

Panic squeezed at my chest. I didnít really want to be with people. It didnít help, trying to explainÖ. I glanced at my watch. The airport was on the other side of the city from Pamís church, but traffic would be light.

OK Lord, Iíll go. Maybe this time youíll heal me.

Heal me from the crushing depression that I tried so hard to hide behind a cheerful smile. And why not hide it? Who wanted to see my long face or hear my tale of woe?

I eased my brother-in lawís pick-up into the too-narrow church parking spaces. The winter wind whipped at my clothes. Breathing shallowly to minimize the growing pain in my chest, I pulled my jacked tightly around me.

At the end of the service, along with hundreds of other people, I stood in the queue for prayer. As the preacher pressed his hands on my forehead I fell into the arms of a person behind me and was laid gently on the ground. He prayed and moved on. I lay there praying, Please, Lord, make me better.

Eventually I stood up and left the church.

Home was only ten minutes drive away.

In those ten minutes a bitter irrational despair descended. It was worse than anything I had ever experienced. The invisible hand that squeezed at my heart clenched its inexorable grip tighter and tighter.

So, Lord, you donít want to heal me.

My foot pressed down on the gas pedal.

Theyíre all better off without me. They donít need me. There is no hope for me. If you donít heal me, I will never be whole.

At the bottom of the hill was a car park, beyond the car park a cliff, beyond the cliff the sea. At this speed the pick-up was sturdy enough to break through the flimsy guard rail.

I canít stand the pain, the confusion, not being in control. I wonít live like that anymore. Thereís only one way out of this trap.

Just before the turn off to my home I stopped being in control of the car, it slowed, swung into my road and up my driveway.


The Lord has never chosen an easy path for me, for any of us for that matter. ĎTake up your cross and follow me,í Jesus said. I left my sons, my friends, my church, my house, my garden, nearly all my worldly possession, my job and my university course. For what? For the unwanted challenge of a new life in a frontier city on the other side of my country!

I did not want to go but I had made a promise, an ĎAs long as you both shall live promise.í I followed my husband with one proviso; that we take positive steps to make our marriage work. I kept him to that promise. God has been faithful and is growing us back together as a couple.

He also gathered our sons into His family. Within eighteen months my unemployed kids sold most of their meager possessions and purchased bus fares to this far away city. Here they determined to put their Lord first. Here they found work and, more importantly, godly wives.

I rejoice that the Lord lead me to the right therapist. I have been free of the medication that helped me manage the depression for over three years.

Eight years later and this strange city has become my home.

When I run out of hope, there is One who will not let me go. One who has plans for me that are good and beyond my wildest imaginings.

That gives me hope.

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Suzanne R05/12/06
You've expressed 'hope' very clearly ... enabling the reader to realise that even when there doesn't seem to be much hope, God is still integrally involved in our lives. That He honoured your obedience to those vows, and gave a ray of visible hope on top of it all is wonderful. Thanks for sharing this powerful testimony.
Helen Paynter05/13/06
Powerful writing. You made her dilemma feel very real. I loved the penulitmate paragraph: 'When I run out of hope, there is One who will not let me go. One who has plans for me that are good and beyond my wildest imaginings.' What a great truth to know and tell! I spotted a couple of littel typos, but you probably know about them already. Really good.
Jessica Schmit05/13/06
Wow this sounds like a personal account. What honesty it must have took to write this. Very good writing.
Pat Guy 05/13/06
I beleive many, many Chritians will relate and be releaved to see that THEY are not the 'only ones.' AND that there is Hope for the immediate as well as long term. It isn't easy and Satan twists things all around - 'inexorable grip.'

Powerful, realistic truths written to inspire, and it does.
Dr. Sharon Schuetz05/14/06
This is really good. You made it so real. Great job.
Valora Otis05/15/06
"Just before the turn off to my home I stopped being in control of the car, it slowed, swung into my road and up my driveway." I was sitting there beside you in that truck! Thank you for sharing such an emotion filled, spiritual journey with all of us. Thank-you for showing us the way to hope, my friend.
T. F. Chezum05/15/06
Well written, very real story. Good read.
Cassie Memmer05/16/06
Very touching, gripping the reader. Where would we be without that Blessed Hope? Good writing, great job!
Amy Michelle Wiley 05/16/06
Wow. Thank you, Val. Powerful story.
Karen Treharne05/16/06
Thank you for your testimony. It is always difficult to reach into ourselves and speak of hurtful situations - even those that God mends - but it is such a blessing to others, such as myself, to be reminded of His hand and His love. I'm so happy for you and your family. May He continue to lead you in His path.
Crista Darr05/17/06
Wow, excellent testimony! If it is not your own, I'm certain it belongs to many others. This is such an inspiring piece. You poured your heart onto the page. Beautiful.
Beth Muehlhausen05/23/06
Nothing like personal testimony to inspire the heart of your reader! Good job. I can identify with both the sunken despair and the redemption of it. :-)