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Topic: Fulfillment (04/06/06)
TITLE: One Small Stone
By Amy Michelle Wiley
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Now I am alone. I have been torn away. My sides are jagged and raw. I am bereft of my kin.
Water tumbles over me. I am caught by the current, scraped against others like me. Scars are gouged deep into my surface.
Is this what I have been created for? I hardly think so. My destiny has been ruined. I call out to my Creator, but only the roar of the falls answers.
Time passes. Perhaps years. Perhaps millennia. My sides are smooth. I am doomed to waste slowly away, becoming nothing more than silt that lines the river.
Things are changing around me. At times red drifts through the current. Creation groans.
A hand breaks the surface of the water. It brushes against me. It hesitates. Then fingers wrap around me, lifting me, holding me. Water falls from me and air touches me. I feel odd.
I am dropped into a cloth bag and clank against others of my kind. We are jolted.
A voice rings out, near and strong. “I come to you in the name of the LORD Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel! This day will I smite you. All shall know that the battle is the LORD’s.”
My being leaps. I know this name, this Creator of mine.
The hand finds me once again, and I am wrapped in leather. Wind rushes by me and gravity fights me.
Now I soar high above the earth. An enemy rises in the distance, coming ever nearer. I am aware of one thing.
I was created for this moment. This is my purpose.
I Samuel 17:45-47
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