I first remember the screams, blood-curdling screams of fear. And the second thing I remember was light. Overwhelming light. Being only six at the time I began to cry, and was so scared I almost tripped over a sheep in my haste to get back to my mother. It was chaos, and I could barely see over the hundreds of massive white sheep. It terrified me and I screamed louder. Where was my family? But then something stopped me.
My dress dirty and my face streaked with tears I turned in the direction of the powerful voice that filled our field and echoed across the hills. My first instinct was to start crying again. It was so big, and I was so alone. But the voice was strangely comforting, and though I didn't know what it was at the time I felt peaceful. "Peace be with you."
I saw a glowing form in the sky, the stars seeming dull in comparison behind it. I think I realized that it was a man, but since I have heard the story so many times I cannot be sure. I was sure of one thing, though. He seemed to be talking to me. I was astonished, and not a little frightened.
"Do not be afraid, for I have good news for you!" Good news? For me? My little six-year-old self brightened. Would I be getting the pony I wanted after all?
"A Messiah has been born in the city of David." Messiah? David? These were definitely not what I was expecting. Maybe he was suggesting names for my new horse. Yes that was it.
Abruptly the sky filled with blinding light and I screamed and fell backwards. Shining forms that I now know were angels filled the sky and began to sing. It was unlike any music I had heard, and I loved it. It was so beautiful. My face lifted up to the sky I closed my eyes, listening, forgetting for a moment that I was supposed to be lost and cold and lonely.....
And this was how my family found me, lying on the ground, my eyes closed, a peaceful smile still hovering on my lips, my breathing slow and steady as I dreamed of shining horses.
The rest of my memory of that night is only bits and pieces. How I wish I remembered more. But the one thing that is ingrained in my memory even more then the angels or the song or the light was the baby. He was a beautiful baby, his skin was soft and he had beautiful eyes. How do I know? Every time I remember this part I smile. I got to hold him. Then I of course I didn't think anything of it. It was a baby, a very pretty baby, but just a baby. Wasn't he? When I asked the mom his name she laid her hand on my arm and smiled at my family who were all clustered around me. "His name- is Jesus."
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Awww. I love this Chloe! :)
ReplyDeleteWell thank you!! And I'm glad you commented! I didn't realize you read my blog! :) :)
DeleteAren't these fun to write? I did one from a sheep's (yes, I know, a sheep:) perspective last year ... thanks for reminding me of this, I had completely forgotten! This is beautiully written Chloe!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you Mary!
DeleteYes I've always loved taking different perspectives in stories. A sheep? That's fantastic!! Now I want to read it girl!!
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