Sunday, August 19, 2018

Life


The desert was a deep prison. A blanket of darkness covered it in ways night could not. There was no light and no memory of it.

Her eyes shone a piercing shade of green, but they were covered by a thick fold of cloth. It meant to blind her, but could not. She saw with her spirit. A voice whispered to her. A presence led her. Now. This way. Go. Stand. Wait. She heard every word clearly. 

She stepped confidently and missed every landmine buried in the sand. Some by miles, others by an inch or less. It made no difference how close they were, she avoided them all. If she'd walked by sight she never would have made it. Only by faith could she navigate what was hidden right beneath her feet. 

Following the still small voice had taken her to the River of Life, a great roaring tumble of every ocean known to man, every creek and tear and sweat of the brow. It gathered like a storm and swept through the desert when its time came. The sand moved quickly. The water reshaped, pushed, and transformed it.

She watched as the landmines she'd slipped past were pulled to the surface by the rush of waves and piled up at the base of the river. They were pummeled relentlessly until each went off, one by one, and thousands all at once. They lit the night like the brightest day. Then every eye could see where they had been and what had taken place under the shroud of darkness. 

The desert swept away and life bloomed there. She thought it was beautiful and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

21 comments:

  1. You are a master with your words.

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  2. Wow, this is amazing. Deeply spiritual, and suspenseful. Did you write it?

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  3. I have been there many times, and looked back to see the glory of God manifested in my life, thanks for sharing.
    Blessings,
    Sue

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  4. I know the Lord will guide me through hard times like he did with the woman in the story

    -E

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  5. Life is beautiful when the dessert is far away.

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  6. If only one can truly and wholly trust in the still small voice.

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  7. Thanks for stopping by my blog. So many are blinded these days, and I hope they all can see soon.

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  8. This touches my heart. It reminds me of what I felt when I was going through some deep depression many years ago. Thank you.

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  9. Oh my goodness! That was powerful...such a story of life...and I could just feel it as I read it. You truly have a gift with words...thank you for sharing this so vividly.

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  10. You are so talented with your gift of words! Thank you for popping in to see me.
    Be a sweetie,
    Shelia ;)

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  11. You've painted a very realistic picture with your words, my friend.

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  12. Sandi - beautiful story with such depth of meaning. Have a blessed day. Hugs!

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  13. Hello Sandi, touching story. You do have a gift. Enjoy your day and weekend!

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