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*Rebekah's Journey******************************************"Oof!" Rebekah tripped over a loose stone in the semidarkness. I should have brought a flash light! She thought as she brushed herself off and continued up the incline. Arriving at the top of the ridge, she lighted on a boulder, then sat facing east, waiting for the first rays of sunlight to slit the sky. As she waited, she listened as the birds called to each other and watched as the stars one by one started to disappear. Slowly a streak of medium purple stretched through the sky, followed by a stream of light that cut through the navy clouds. As the sky grew lighter, she held her breath, waiting for the one minute. The minute she and her mother used to wait for, sitting here together each year on the first day of summer vacation. Then suddenly the moment was here. When the sun finally broke over the horizon, bathing the entire valley with a brilliant light, pushing away the last shred of darkness from the sky. As she watched this, a tear fell from her eye and caught a sunbeam, ending in an explosion of light. "Oh God..." she moaned aloud. "Why?" Standing, she hurled a rock at a nearby tree, "WHY!!!!!" Her voice echoed through the hillside. Sinking to the ground in a convulsion of sobs, she cried out to a God she had just found, a God, Whom she felt had let her down. "Don't you know I need her?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper, showing her emotional exhaustion. As she sat there, her mind began to wander back to her mom. Her mother was always cheery, whenever she had a problem, her mom was the one to talk to. She always knew how to make one feel better, and normally used the Bible to back it up. She smiled as she thought of it, most of her friends also came to her mom for help. It was her mom that had lead her to Christ when she was still a little girl. "Bekah?" Her head jerked up as a voice startled her, rubbing her eyes, she said, "Oh. Hi Nick." Nicholas Cole was sixteen, and the son of the foreman for her father's ranch. Even though they lived on the same property, she didn't see much of him because they went to different schools, and then he was working when she was home. She'd seen even less of him since her mother died. "What's wrong?" He asked, coming to sit near her on the rock. His blue eyes looked so concerned, that she said, "Everything!" and proceeded to tell him about all her hurt, and everything she'd held back since her mother's death. "I'm sorry to bother you with all my problems. I'm sure you have something else you'd rather be doing." She said when she was done, smiling sadly. "Not really. I know how you feel. When my mom died, I wished I had someone to talk to, someone who could understand." He grinned, "That's where your mom came in." Sorry folks, that's all I have here thus far. I'm going to try to add more to it in the next coupld of weeks. |
