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Rebecca's Revenge: Chapter 1

The light morning breeze swam through her chestnut hair as Rebecca danced in the early light of an autumn day. Her blue eyes shone with jubilance and her fair complexion radiated with a joyful smile. To her nothing was more beautiful than the tall, thin stems and bright yellow flowered goldenrod blowing in waves along the grassy ridge where she had lived her whole life. Everything she saw seemed to reflect a glory indescribably magnificent and majestic. Rebecca paused a moment, soaking in all of the nature around her, before bounding towards the forest. This quiet and still arena of tall and somber oaks and white, quivering aspens was split only by an ever-flowing stream, supplied by a bubbling and gurgling fountain spring, which cascaded into pools out of the mountain. Rebecca knew every knot of every tree in the woods and where every muskrat made its hole in the bank of the pond. Her father had taught her the names of every plant and flower in the forest and fields. Rebecca loved those walks with her father, which seemed to fade every other activity of the day in contrast. Her father taught her more than just recognizing nature, though. He taught her about the Creator of all the things she saw, and how lessons could be learned from them and Him.

Resting on a log for a moment, Rebecca stared into the stream, watching her distorted reflection gush over the rocks. She couldn't wait until the evening when they would walk together again. Father had been gone into the nearest town to sell his leather, and it was nearly two weeks now since he left, but Rebecca just knew that today would be the day he returned.
A single yellow leaf glided gracefully onto Rebecca's lap, and she lifted it up to the sun. It transformed instantly from an old leaf to a shimmering, brilliant, golden emblem of another happy year ending in a radiant finale. Rebecca slipped to her feet and let the leaf flutter to the forest floor. She then perambulated through the woods and out into the sunny grass.

When Rebecca reached the top of the first hill on her way home, she halted and gazed into the valley, which was just now being revealed from beneath a carpet of translucent fog. The black shingles of their house were soon in view where it stood snuggly tucked between two low grassy hills. There Father and Mother had built their home and there under the low spreading beech trees Rebecca and her younger sister Beth had been born and raised. Nowhere was there a prettier house wrapped in such a gorgeous surrounding than their little home in Missouri.


   
"Rebecca, do not judge someone because of their lack of love."

"Alright, Father, but shouldn't everyone love?" Rebecca crouched beside her father and stared at the slowly setting sun.

"Jesus told us to love other people as much as ourselves, but the Bible also states that God is love and true love can only happen when the person loving knows God. We can not expect others who do not know God to truly love or to love at all, because love only comes from God. Rebecca, if people do not know about God, how will they ever find him unless they are told. That is why we are called by God to tell others about his love and forgiveness so that they can find him and live with him in heaven."

"Father, do we need to love everyone, even the people who make fun of us?" She turned and faced her father, who was still watching the color in the western sky dissipate and give way to the still, engulfing darkness. "Do we have to love them too?"

Father sighed. "Yes Rebecca, even those who we dislike, because Jesus also said,'Love your enemies as yourself,' so even those that hate us, we must love."

Rebecca pondered for a moment her father's last words as she noticed a small star twinkling high above them. This was a beautiful night, with the chattering, squeaking, and chirping of the crickets and the large round moon peaking out from behind a thin cloud. A sudden feeling of drowsiness washed over Rebecca as she laid her head on Father's lap and drifted into a wonderful dream of fields and fields of the prettiest flowers Rebecca had ever even imagined.



Rebecca woke to the sound of a howling coyote. She curled herself closer under her bed-clothes and shivered from both the eerie noise and the cool draft of air that drifted into the room. She stared at the ceiling for a few moments as she thought over the events of her day and what the next might bring. Life in the outdoors was a true treasure and Rebecca figured that she would never want anything more but to roam the woods and the fields and watch the deer grazing in the meadows and the hawks soaring ever upward in the brilliant blue sky. Rebecca thought over what she might do when she grew up and had a family of her own, but that felt so far away that she soon stopped and drearily sank into her pillow and into another dream. Unseen by any in the house, though, danger stalked the shadows and hid just beyond the door.

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