I strolled along a narrow trail, trees and vegetation on both sides.
I looked ahead. The hill I was targeting didn't seem so far. I could definitely make it within a little over half an hour.
It would make a nice spot to rest after a long day of traveling.
I frowned. Traveling? Where was I coming from? This place, though I didn't recognize it, felt very familiar, like I'd been walking this path for years.
Shrugging my discomfort off, I continued my journey.
Soon, the sun rose to its peak, hot and burning. I began to get tired. I thought this wouldn't take any time at all. Apparently, I had been wrong.
The soles of my feet were hurting soon enough. I looked down at my feet and was surprised to see old fashioned sandals on them.
I frowned again. What in the world was going on? It was then I noticed my clothes. My eyes widened. I was in an equally old-fashioned white robe with a sash around my waist. Why was I dressed like this?
My parents were very well-to-do. Why was I looking like a pauper?
At this point, panic crept into my chest. I looked back, but it was only to see a continuation of the trail which led to nowhere. There was no going back for me. I gulped, trying to keep my fear from overwhelming me.
I walked faster, determined more than ever to reach that hill. It was full of tall, fruit bearing trees.
My panic mounted when I realized that no matter how fast I walked, the trail seemed to be getting farther and farther.
I began to run. It was beginning to get dark. I had to get there on time or I would be stranded.
Puffing and panting in exhaustion, I kept going, kept pushing. I could do this. I could…
“Don't you ever learn your lesson?”
I stopped at the voice. It was from behind me. I turned swiftly.
It was a man. There was nothing remarkable about him. He was dressed like I was, with a red shoulder sash across his white robe.
My eyes widened when he smiled slowly.
Goosebumps erupted all over my body as I sighted the
holes in his palms.“You are…!”I staggered backwards, collapsing to the ground in reverence. My shoulders quaked from shock and fear.
"Do not be afraid, Benjamin,”he said.
"Jesus,”I raised my eyes slightly to look at him. " What is this place? I don't understand why I am here.”
I said in a small voice, feeling unworthy of his presence.
“Because you have put yourself here,” he replied.
" I don't understand,” I replied.
" You choose to rely on your own strength and ability to make it to your goal. Your wealth and intelligence has blinded you to how much you need my help,” I could feel the sadness in His voice. " I am always here, but you refuse to ask for my help.”
I knew what he was talking about. I had been carrying over MEE 101 since my first year of university. It was the only course I couldn't pass. In fact, I completely aced all the other courses, but this particular one was getting in my way. I was in my final year now, and if I didn't pass it, I would not graduate.
I looked up to my Helper. How could I have let myself get so confident in my own abilities that I could not call on him?
“I am sorry , Lord. Please help me."
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Those are Jesus' words to us.🙏🙏
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Trickles of Life
Short Story'Trickles of Life' is an anthology of short stories inspired by the one true muse, Jesus. It is a collection of both fictional and non-fictional stories that will open your eyes to the reality of God and His love for mankind. They are trickles from...