Fire and Flood

by Dawn Morris

  I looked back to the bed, oddly still there behind us, and saw my body still lying there.

  He laughed. “Do you feel dead?”

  I laughed, too, because he knew my thoughts. “No, I have never felt more alive. Where is my family? Where are Abram and Sarai?”

  He took my hand, and we began walking.

  “They are left behind in time, for they still have paths to walk there. But your path in time has finished, and now you will walk with me and all the others who are here with me. Look up ahead. Someone has been waiting for you to arrive.”

  I turned from Methuselah and looked where he pointed. Japheth stood just ahead of us, smiling at me with great joy. We ran to meet each other and embraced.

  “It’s been so long!” I cried, looking up into his face, touching it, marveling that he looked just as he did the day we met.

  “It hasn’t been long here, Ariana. Time doesn’t exist here the same way. Look, here come the others!”

  I turned and saw Nua, Amalthai, Terah, and my mother! I hugged them one by one, and then turned to my mother, who stood waiting patiently.

  “Oh, Mother!” I wept with joy as I held her again. “You look just like you did when I was a little girl!” I marveled at all of them.

  Then I heard His voice behind me, and I turned to see the man who had appeared to me in the forest so long ago. In that moment, I also realized he was the same man who had led me out of Babylon to rescue Abram.

  I quickly moved toward Him, bowing on my knees in the soft green grass. I heard the voices of the others calling out praises and thanksgiving to Him. I joined the chorus, raising my arms in praise.

  As I gazed at His face, moments from my long life on earth ran through my mind, and I saw in each scene He was there with me, not just in the forest with the Magistrate, but in the field where my new friends had been slaughtered, and in the city where my dear friend, Methuselah, died. It was He who had closed the big door of the ark and who had been with us through the great Flood. When my heart broke as I held my dying husband in my arms, He was there. When Amalthai died, and I watched the babies being burned, He was there.

  As I watched the moments of my life play out before me, I saw that He was always with me, always close. Tears of joy ran down my face, as I looked up at Him in wondrous love.

  My life was over.

  But really, it was only beginning.

  About the Author

  Dawn Morris is an author and speaker who has done extensive research on biblical prophecy for over thirty years and has led numerous studies on what the Bible has to say about the Last Days. She has a Bachelor of Science in Education from the University of Houston and has written numerous articles, Bible studies, and devotionals. Dawn is the author of two other novels, One Will Be Taken and One Will Be Left. She and her husband Dennis are the parents of five grown children and make their home in Gig Harbor, Washington.