A story with a message.
My hands gripped the hot iron poles, as I winced in pain. I had but one thought. I must get up…I must get out of here.
For the third time, my blood and sweat stained hands slipped from my last hope of rising out of this place that I was in.
Around me, fire burned rapidly. The thick incompassing smoke choked me to the limit. And Sparks scorched me in terror.
I was in a living hell with no hope of escape.
With another silent prayer, I tried once more with all my strength.
As I came to my feet, I cringed in terrible pain. Looking down, I knew that my leg was indeed broken.
Limping through the cloudy smoke, I felt my body ready to collapse with weakness.
But, a few feet forward, I felt a slight breeze of life…fresh air. I coughed and choked as I fell against a wall.
Voices, from outside the building, lifted my spirit just enough…I knew that I must carry on…just a few more steps…
As I slowly made my way to freedom, I heard a desperate cough behind me. A pain pierced my heart, as His still, small voice whispered in my ear.
Must I go back…for him?
I stood weakly leaning against the wall, struggling to breath…with fresh air just in front of me.
As I desperately pondered, I knew that I must go back… even if I should now perish.
As if to determine my fate, a flaming pile fell from above, just inches from me.
With a beating heart, I limped painfully back into the midst of the deep furnace of no return.
He lay on the floor quite unaware of his surroundings.
With yet another silent prayer, I bent, or rather fell down beside him.
He began to move, choking violently in this smoky mast that surrounded us.
Suddenly, half aware of what was conspiring, he tried to speak but could not.
Then, he grabbed my burned arm causing me to wince in tremendous pain. Pulling me closer, he tried to speak once more, then collapsed into unconsciousness once again.
As my body reached it’s final moments of strength, I began to try to drag him to safety.
My bloody burnt hands were searing in pain…I struggled to breath…my broken leg was piercing…each small step seemed to bring me closer to collapsing… everything became foggier and foggier. My pain was so unbearable, I could hardly feel it…
And then, fresh air…voices… safety… freedom!!!
He looked wonderingly at me. “Why did you do it? After all that I’ve done…Why did you come back for me?”
I smiled, through my pain and weariness. “Because He first loved me.”
|This story is a work of fiction. Purely from my imagination and prayer.|
“We love because He first loved us.” ~1 John 4:19
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” ~John 15:13
” Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath:for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine; I will repay,’ saith Yahweh.
Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shall heap coals of fire on his head.
Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.”
~ Romans 12:19-21
Writing contest entry~ 2019: Ariana’s Flying Life Blog.