Need Food for Thought? Chew on this!


*This story was originally published in "Chew on This: Fifty-Two Inspirational Points to Ponder", a book of inspirational short stories by Gary Brock and Kelly Tuck, and is available for purchase here!

*Words of wisdom for inspirational thought are at the end of the story!

Best

Floating upward...

Up, up, and up into the light...

The brilliant, all-encompassing light...

Light that is amazingly bright but not blinding... Inviting...

Heavenly.

Looking down, I can see myself on the ground as the emergency technicians feverishly work on my body. I’m not sure what had happened, but all of a sudden, I’d felt faint and then a strange floating sensation filled my body...the same one I’m feeling now...and then I was high above everything.

And this light...

I’m drawn upward, upward into this light...

A light with open arms...

A light of acceptance...

A light of warmth and love...

I can feel it through my entire being. But I don’t just feel it... I know it.

Briefly glancing down once more, I wave goodbye to my body as I continue making my way into the light. Not at all understanding what’s propelling me forward, I willingly follow the call of the light. Even if I had a choice, I would still follow this beautiful guiding beacon anywhere.

The voice I hear as I approach the light is not audible, but I can hear it within my being.

The voice or vibration is soft but loud. Gentle but firm. A whisper and a shout. “Come, my child, come.”

I am within the light. It is encompassing me, consuming me, and illuminating every particle of my essence.

“Are you ready to come home? Was life all that you dreamed it would be?” The questions resonate within my being. Contemplating before answering, I can see the events of my life flash before me. How utterly amazing that thirty years’ worth of emotions, events, and memories can be absorbed in the blink of an eye.

I respond with my thoughts, “I think so and not exactly.”

“My child, you think you are ready to come home, but you are not sure about your life? Is that how you feel?” Though this was formed as a question, I felt the light’s compassion.

“It was so fast and I really didn’t amount to much.”

“Speed is relative,” comes the very calm reply. “What is your measurement of value?”

“I wasn’t successful and I pretty much failed at everything I tried. I just never seemed to measure up to others and couldn’t manage to be who I wanted to be.”

“Why didn’t you become you?” says the steady voice. “Why didn’t you become all that you are?”

“Why didn’t you help me when I prayed to you?” I respectfully question.

The voice’s gentle response cuts through to my very core. “I am here to help you be all you can be, not to help you be someone else.”

“Others were smarter, stronger, and faster than me. You blessed them more than you blessed me.”

As the voice speaks, my entire being is wrapped lovingly in acceptance. “Do not compare yourself or your dreams to others. Success is doing the best you can with what you have wherever you are.”

“But – ” Before I can complete the thought, I’m engulfed with accountability.

“Reaching your God-given potential requires taking responsibility for yourself and your life. It is up to you to use hard work and determination to accentuate your God-given strengths and talents.”

I am consumed in thought.

Suddenly, the light opens below me and I’m encouraged to gaze down at a beautiful flower garden. “I am sending you back, my child. It is not your time yet. Remember what I have shared with you. Now, look at the flowers below. See their individual beauty just as a butterfly does when it chooses where to land. Take in their collective beauty as a camera does when capturing a moment. Embrace their unique colors and patterns like an artist when composing a masterpiece. Notice their textures like a bee as they pollenate others. As you go back to life, remember.

I float down, down, down...

Ever so gently...

Leaving the light that is so loving.

The still small voice fills my being once more to give me a final instruction for life.

“Remember, my child the lesson of the flower…

* * * * * * *

A FLOWER DOESN'T THINK OF COMPETING

WITH THOSE NEXT TO IT,

IT SIMPLY BLOOMS

* * * * * * *

*Chew On This: Fifty-Two Inspirational Points to Ponder is available for purchase here!


5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All