SANDS OF DELUSION 

By Tessa Harvey


Rocks in Shifting Sand

Jaxon drove up the incline to the work site. It was really raining, the machine's wipers barely coping with the deluge. Even so, sudden swift images of flames tried to sear into his mind. But Jaxon stood firm. In Jesus' Name, no! he stated firmly. I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me. God has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind! The images fled.
    Glancing down to the roadway, Jaxon saw the same red car with the little boy in the rear car seat. Even through the thick rain sluicing down, he could see the boy wave. Briefly, guarding his way, he pressed his own hand against the side glass.
    Wow! he thought. God is making me a winner and the little guy isn't scared any more!

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Sylvia opened her mouth to say something to Steve and closed it again. Her shoulders slumped. This seemed to be happening more and more. Why can't I remember, she thought, what's wrong with me? 
    The funeral had been terrible. She knew Steve was with God, but she felt so alone. God help me, she whispered.
    At the end of the day or its beginning were the worst times when she would reach to share a job, or get out an extra cup or scan the driveway for his familiar car. And there was nothing there, and no-one.
    At first people had drifted in and out , but they had their own lives and had slowly drifted away to follow other routines, other paths. I'll go and see Kitty after school, she decided. Perhaps she needs help with homework or just questions about the future. I could even tell her more about Jesus.




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