I just returned from Montrose Christian Writers Conference. What a great week, and some great new connection made. The theme was ‘On Eagles Wings’, and if we submitted a 300 word piece on the topic we received a free book. My story which I’m sharing with you was one of the top 3, and was read aloud for everyone. Hope you enjoy.
On Eagles’ Wings
Grace L. Fabian
A dreadful phone call came at our mission post in Papua New Guinea. “I have bad news for you, Grace. Your mother died today.”
How I longed to be there and cry with my family but flying around the world, when we had just arrived back for our fourth term, was beyond our budget.
That night I dreamt about Mother. A party swirled around us, obviously in her honor as people brought her presents. One contained a fresh fruit, like nothing I had seen before. Mother broke it in pieces, savoring every bite. Then she paused, looked at me and said, “Grace, I don’t know why they didn’t just let me go. I only wanted to fly on eagles’ wings.” The dream ended abruptly.
I learned later that she had gone to Sunday School that morning and part way through nudged her friend, “Something is wrong, I’ve suddenly gone blind,” she said. Her friend led her to my father’s class and he took her to the Emergency Room. When my father opened the car door for my mother, she was slumped back in the seat. For the next few hours doctors tried every procedure to revive her but to no avail.
A few days later I received a letter from my mother, dated the day before her death. Once a week, every week of the year without fail I could expect a letter from my mother. In this one she wrote out the Scripture verses that she said, “Encouraged me today,” Isaiah 40:30-31—“Even youths grow tired and weary… but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles…”
Mother had indeed flown to her heavenly home on eagles’ wings. And I, well, I had just received my own comforting message.