[Critique Group 1] January 2022 submission

[Deanna Noriega]

344 words

 

A Dream?

By DeAnna (Quietwater) Noriega

 

                When I was ten years old, my parents moved away from our
people living on the Isabella Reservation in Michigan.  We ended up in
southern California in a rental house with no phone.  That first winter I
came down with a fever that kept me in bed for several days.  We didn't have
a car for my mother to drive me to a doctor or money to spend on an office
visit.  Our family car was in use by our father.  He had a sales job which
kept him from home for several days at a time.  When the fever was at its
highest, I experienced a strange dream.  I was wandering through a lush
garden.  Flowers were in riotous profusion.  The air was redolent with their
mingled scents.  I followed a flagstone path that brought me to a building.
I stepped up onto the stoop and tapped shyly at the door.  It opened and a
figure surrounded by light stood in the open frame.  His clothes were
brilliant white and his face shone with too much light for me to see it
clearly.  I had been totally blind for over two years.  Still, in dreams I
could see.  A gentle hand reached out to stroke back my hair.  A soft voice
said, "Its not time yet, little one.  I have work for you to do so go back
now for awhile."

                Did I see Jesus?  I don't know.  Was it just a fever dream?
Only God knows that answer for certain. Still, I have always felt that I am
a child of God.  I am just as he made me with all of the imperfections
inherit in that state.  I don't doubt that he can put my life to good
service even without vision.  I don't question why I am meant to be blind
any more than I question why I have dark hair or stand five foot three.
What ever the challenges may be, I know he walks with me to help me deal
with them.  

 

 

DeAnna Quietwater Noriega

Cell: 573-544-3511

Email:  <mailto:dqnoriega at gmail.com> dqnoriega at gmail.com

Author of Fifty Years of Walking with Friends

https://www.dldbooks.com/dqnoriega/

 

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