Christian Author Donna Fawcett/Dawson

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Day Three

Posted by Donna Dawson on November 23, 2013 at 9:55 PM

I have taken the plunge into my fears and discovered they are benign.  Stepping out the other side I see the Light of lights.  Joy bursts into my soul and I gain courage to step deeper into adventure. 


The airplane pulls me from earth on silver wings.  Muscles clench and relax; clench and relax.  The idiocy of the idiot box on the back of the seat I face chews away at the hours--seven of them.  It is a waste of time but time is all I've got.  Plenty of it. 


Night drops over the metal bird and those it carries.  I nestle against the crook of the shoulder beside me--the shoulder that is beside me through life.  Sleep doesn't come.  The presence of joy doesn't always insure the presence of peace and my eyes remain glued to the screen of dancing puppets.


It is noon when the rubber talons touch tarmac.  The peace is there finally.  I have allowed it to squeeze next to the joy.  Sunshine blares warming skin that longs for heat.  The land of God's chosen.  A dream come true.  A dream stronger than fear that kills dreams.


Ten days of activity.  Dashing and driving and drinking in the living history.  Faith renewed over and over and over again.  Depravity displayed as we rehash the holocaust and we cry.  Yet joy stays because I am in the place I have longed to visit--the place of God's union with man.


We touch stones coated thick with the touches of men of renown.  Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses, Joshua, David, Solomon.  We drift through the mighty ruins of mighty civilizations bereft of their might.  We bob like corks in a sea so thick with salt we dare not blink.


The joy sits there beside me; bubbles within; overflows through tear ducts weary from weeping.


I leave the place of living faith but I carry it in my core.  My beliefs have been confirmed--stamped with an assurance as incorruptible as mathematics.  It is no longer faith that resides in my cells.  It is faith and truth.  What was once an ideal is now what defines me.

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Reply Fay Rowe
10:33 PM on November 24, 2013 
"We touch stones coated thick with the touches of men of renown."
(With a touch of envy. *smile*)