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The Waiting Room. Episode One: Tara. Free Serialized Story

 

A free serialized End-Times story


A serialized End-Times story


Introduction



Dearest Readers,

In the following post as well as the next few, you will meet some new characters. All are living as we are, in what we call the church age: the time period from Pentecost to the Rapture. Article on Got Questions.

The Rapture is the glorious event when Jesus will fetch His Bride. (All who belong to Him.) 

Some of the characters will be searchers, others will be believers, and I will also include characters who are not interested in God.

I am not entirely sure in which direction this little project will go, but I will write as the Lord leads. In the process, I hope to exhort and encourage you, the reader.

Blessings,
Alison


Episode One: Tara



As Tara got ready for her date, she glanced at the note tacked up next to the mirror, and wondered for the umpteenth time why her mother had put it there. She puckered her lips and applied "cherry red."

She'd read the note once, of course, when her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Well, who wouldn't be curious? Just two bold words were printed on the outside of the note: "Left behind?" The question mark had only served to heighten her curiosity. On reading it, she'd recognized the word "Rapture" from various meetings she'd attended as a child. Words like "Tribulation" and "Anti-Christ" were also vaguely familiar. 

The note was part warning, part explanation: if the reader had just witnessed the sudden disappearance of millions of people, it meant he or she had been left behind. And being left behind meant going through the Great Tribulation. Tara understood that much. She also knew that her mother believed that  everything she'd warned about in the note was about to come true.

As she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time, Tara realized something else. Her  mother had put the note there, because she cared. Not only that, but she prayed each day for Tara, for her ex husband, and relatives that they would believe; that they would be raptured too.

Tara reached out and touched the note. The writing had faded over the years. She stood quietly, lost in thought. After a couple of minutes, she came back to the present. Oliver would be arriving any minute. But before heading downstairs, she retrieved her Bible from the back of her cupboard, then placed it on the bedside table. It was time that she opened it again. The idea of being left behind left a very hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.

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Copyright: pencil in His Hand

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See you next time for episode two!

Love and blessings.


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