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    On the Seventh Day
    On the Seventh Day
    On the Seventh Day
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    On the Seventh Day

    By J. C. Johnson

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    A man returns to the mountains as he is beaten by the world, not knowing he will die. But, does he, as we know it? What happens before and after raises questions.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateDec 29, 2012
    ISBN9781477295526
    On the Seventh Day
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    J. C. Johnson

    J. C. Johnson has been a Christian for over twenty years; she is passionate about serving God and desires to see God’s purpose in her life and in the life of others fulfilled. Her previous book, “From Obscurity into God’s Marvelous Light: Finding the “You” You were Predestined to Be” empower others to find their purpose and live in their predestined roles. She resides in Barbados, West Indies. To learn more about her and connect with her, contact her at http://www.obscuritytolight.com/

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      On the Seventh Day - J. C. Johnson

      © 2013 by J C Johnson. All rights reserved.

      Illustrated by: J C Johnson

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 12/21/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-9553-3 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-9552-6 (e)

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      PRELUDE

      DAY 1

      DAY 2

      DAY 3

      DAY 4

      DAY 5

      DAY 6

      DAY 7

      EPILOGUE

      Acknowledgements

      First and foremost, I want to thank Scott Testy; for without him, this book would not have happened.

      Thanks and love to my sister. All my life, she has been on my side, even though she does not understand me.

      For all the people and friends who laughed behind my back when I dared to dream; thank you for making me stronger.

      To life who is a Hell of a teacher and to my Higher Power who has a wicked sense of humor.

      Finally; thanks to those friends who read and give honest opinions.

      PRELUDE

      The expectant hush of pre-dawn filled the mountains, meadows and lake of the valley with a quiet excitement, for today, one of their own was returning.

      As dawn faded into the gray of early morning, the heavy mist covering the lake began to twist, bend and curl, as if reluctant to leave the warm, still, sleeping lake, even though the morning breeze from the mountains began to sweep through the valleys like natures broom.

      Finally, as the sun rose over the mountains, the morning mist gave up, rose into the sky and dissipated leaving the air fresh, clean and new.

      The mountains watched the animals, their children, begin their day. The fish jumping for their morning flies, made the first sounds, then the birds with their singing, ruffling their feathers and taking flight. On the ground, the small field mice and chipmunks began their collecting of food, as it was late fall and they seemed to sense a long hard winter coming. The trees seemed to stick out, stretch and turn their leaves toward the sun, as if in prayer.

      The mornings were the most productive of the day, as they were cool and the sun hadn’t dried out the air and heated the earth.

      Around midday, everything seemed to slow down, almost to a stop. The forest rested in peace.

      The late summer stillness of the mountains was shattered as an old Chevy pickup roared up the dusty country road. Deer scattered in the meadows as the truck flew by, raced around a curve and started down the road to the cabin. Rolling to stop in the gravel driveway, it sputtered and died.

      The man got out, cursing, as he opened the hood. The radiator cap blew off and clouds of steam billowed out, almost hitting the man in the face. Falling back he tripped and sat down hard on the steps.

      He just looked at the truck, put his head on his knees and started to cry great gasps of pain from deep inside his shaking body. As he cried, the trees began to lean towards him as if to give comfort, he didn’t notice how still the forest became or how the breeze slowly and gently caressed him. Finally he stopped, lay down exhausted, and fell asleep.

      The truck seemed to say I’m going no further. The whole forest began to sigh and relax, the deer came back to feed in the gathering dusk. The breeze gently ruffled the leaves and set the grass and vines weaving as if to say goodbye to another day.

      As the sun set, the man slept on oblivious to his surroundings. He slept on through the night. As it was Indian summer, he didn’t get cold, and as he was exhausted, he didn’t notice the forest citizens when they came to inspect him.

      A large, very old, rattlesnake crawled out from under the porch, crawled over and curled up in the small of his back. The deer came and sniffed at his face, licking the dry salty tears from his cheeks. He moaned and disturbed the rattler who irritated with all the commotion, hissed and slithered off back under the porch sensing, that no harm would come to him from this man.

      All thru the night, the lazy summer moon, full

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