The Gift

Tonight I don't have a drawing but I do have a story.


Heather MacDougal was gifted with the sight.

She knew when bad things were going to happen. Some call this a curse, but it says in Psalm 25:14 The Lord confides in those who fear Him. She took this scripture to heart.

Ever since she was a little girl she would get the feeling, then she would see a candle in the bedroom corner late at night glowing ever so bright, but there was no candle in that corner.
Then the dreams would come. She dreamed of Sandy McNeils death two weeks before he died, trampled to death by his horse Winnie.

Those two weeks were the longest weeks of Heather's life. She told Sandy about her dream but he had laughed at her, then he called her a witch. She begged him not to ride Winnie for awhile but he just ran away. Then he was dead.

She prayed and prayed for God to take it away. She didn't want to see the deaths, didn't want to know the horrors.

But they continued. Then the dream that changed her life happened...

She had fallen asleep by the fireplace and the dream started immediately, like falling when your dreaming she couldn't stop it...

A band of travelers rode across dusty prairie in moonlight. They were traveling to her home to kill her and her family. Dust flew from the horses hooves and their nostrils flared. The men's coats hung loosely from their gaunt frames . And the leader had a tattoo of a bloody knife on his neck, drops of blood trailed down his neck. He looked up and pointed, "I am coming for you Heather."

Heather sat up her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would fly from her chest. Sweat covered her entire body , yet she was cold.


to be continued tomorrow....

by Nita Barrow- Zimmerman

tonight's song, Very Superstitious by Stevie Wonder