When Miracles Happen

When Miracles Happen

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 13, 2015
“Is she awake,” a voice says. “I don’t know,” another answers. I start to feel myself again, it feels like I haven’t woken up in forever. “Faith wake up I know you can hear me, I already saw you move.” I recognize that sweet voice. Its my mothers. My eyes slowly open, at first everything is blurry, and one thing I notice is that there are a lot of people here. I see dancing in my dad’s eyes, he is happy to see me, I smile I think everything will be okay. “Well you better get some rest and let the medicine kick in,” my mother says, they start to leave. I look around and wow I haven’t seen this many flowers, chocolate and stuff animals in a long time. I close my eyes and start to remember what happened…………. TV-14 lol
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Usually, when I go downstairs, I see my mom cooking breakfast, my dad reading the newspaper, and Grace reading a book. But today, they aren’t home. Mom isn’t cooking. Dad isn’t reading the daily newspaper. Grace isn’t reading a book. I go inside the kitchen and mom must of left the water boiling. I go to turn it off, when I see something strange. Mom’s clothes are on the floor. I turn to see at the table that Dad’s clothes are on the floor. Right next to his clothes, Grace’s clothes are on the floor and the book she was reading was the bible. The bible was opened to 1 Corinthians 15:51-52. “Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” No this can’t be happening. It’s all a dream. Yeah, I just woke up from sleep and this is just a dream. I should be waking up by now, I think to myself. I go in the living room and turn on the television. “Breaking news, the world is going crazy. People are vanishing all around the world and all that is left of them are their clothing. There are major accidents and even plane crashes going on around the globe. People would call this the rapture. The end time and-” I turned off the TV. So I’m not dreaming. This is real. Why? Why? Wasn't I good enough? What did I do?, I pray. Note:This story is clean, so no cuss words. Unlike some books I read :)

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