KidsView  | The Adventist Review for kids and those who always will be kids at heart | December 2013

Someday Soon

By MariRuth Runyon, Calhoun, Georgia

C
atch me if you can!” I say to my best friends Jenna, Sassy, and Isabella. We are currently playing tag, and I’m the only one who hasn’t been tagged yet.

“Hey, look at that huge, dark cloud!” says Sassy.

“I’m not slowing down to look at a cloud that’s probably nonexistent—that way you guys can catch me,” I say.

“I see it, too.” Isabella says.

picture of MariRuth Runyon, author.“Yeah, me, too,” Jenna chimes in.

I finally stop running because the rest of them stop chasing me. I notice the cloud getting darker by the second, as I look up in the sky. “Wow!” I gasp. “We probably should get inside, it looks like a downpour is coming.” Not a minute after I say that the ground starts to shake and the cloud looks as though it’s coming closer and closer.  

As we run inside, I notice that the creek in the backyard stops flowing. That’s odd, I think.

“Hurry up, we can’t just stand here with the door open!” Jenna says urgently. 

 All of a sudden I hear a loud clap of thunder. Goose bumps start to form on my arms as I run toward the house. Then, the storm just disappears, and the dark clouds go away. In the distance I hear trumpets. That storm must have done something to me, cause now I’m hearing trumpets, I think.

“Do you guys hear that? It sounds like trumpets are being played,” says Sassy.

“And I thought I was the crazy one, I hear them, too!” says Jenna.

“Me, too!” Isabella exclaims.

All of a sudden it starts getting really bright, and the sound of trumpets gets stronger and stronger. I see a bright light descending from the clouds, and I gasp—it looks like an angel! Sure enough, it is. I stand there with my mouth agape.

“Come now, it is time to meet your Savior,” the angel says. I can’t speak, so I just nod my head and take the angel’s hand, and we slowly ascend up in the clouds. I see a huge cloud that appears to be glowing. The angel starts to move toward the cloud. As we move closer to it, I see other angels holding the hands of people, some of which I know. When we get up to the cloud, I see many angels playing trumpets and other instruments, but one face stands out from them all, it is the face of my Savior, Jesus Christ.

“Wake up, sweetie, it’s time to get dressed,” my mother says. I slowly open my eyes and say, “Mom, I had the most wonderful dream.”