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Topic: SWIM (07/21/22)
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TITLE: Ocean's Love Call | Previous Challenge Entry
By C D Swanson
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This couldn’t be the way it would end, or could it?
I was overwhelmingly tired, every bone in my body burned with pain. The sweat burned my eyes as it rolled down in copious amounts, intermingled with blood. How long was I on the run? Three weeks, four? It hardly mattered at this juncture, it was exceedingly obvious I was a hunted woman, and each second brought me closer to my obvious demise.
“The sentence is death by crucifixion!” echoed hauntingly in my head.
I would never renounce Christ. No matter what they were going to do to me. Perhaps I shall die, but at least I’ll let them work for it. I was a follower of the LORD and always would be.
The ocean’s roaring voice called out to me; the salty air filled my nostrils and touched my lips. I gazed at the glimmering sea, while the brilliant sun danced and skimmed over the surface. It was alongside to my secret place.
It was an ocean that I could not pass through. Although, it was deep enough to swim in, I’d surely perish before reaching safety. I was hardly an expert about the sea, let alone navigating one without a boat.
My crime was speaking about Jesus, and His Gospel. The intricacies involved in meeting those who wanted to hear, and ached to learn about our Savior, was daunting at first. Yet each place I visited, allowed for easy passage with powerful outcomes, as evidenced by so many that accepted Jesus, as their Lord and Savior.
It was at the close of the last leg of my journey, that prompted the interruption by a rag tag army, dragging me to a make-shift prison.
There wasn’t a trial of any kind. It was a preconceived guilty verdict. Again, what was my crime? I was guilty of loving Christ and preaching throughout the land. I managed to escape, when one of the guards fell asleep and carelessly left the gates open. I’ve been on the run ever since.
The gurgling in my intestines reverberated. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. Within a short time, the blood thirsty army would find me.
Yet I didn’t move. Here I was secure, hidden in the cleft of the Rock. I was on solid ground. I again looked lovingly towards the water.
There was no other alternative. I was going to die anyhow, so why not on my own terms?
I ran fervently and anxiously toward the moving waters. Then leaped joyously, and unconditionally into the immense depths of its body.
“Dear Lord, I love you, I’d do it all again!”
I was quickly engulfed by the frigid, yet velvety contents, and began sinking rapidly. Surely this was to be my watery grave.
Within moments of my purge into the sea, I was rapidly but gently pulled high above it!
An incredible warmth transcended over me, that I could only describe as being wrapped, in a loving embrace.
Before I realized what was happening, I began swimming with ease and confidence, until I found myself on the other side of the ocean.
My heart raced, as a warm breeze tenderly caressed my face.
Within seconds, a booming articulate voice resonated throughout the land.
“You are loved. Continue my work, beautiful and fine loyal servant, until I call you home..."
Salty tears rolled down my cheeks…
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