They were on the beach. Overhead a brave person was parasailing. Behind them were the sounds of voices, laughter and the tinkle of glasses. A lone man stood some distance away, facing them. They were oblivious. They were lost in each other.
His eager hands caressed her back before they held her tightly against him. She hugged him and closed her eyes when he buried his face in her neck. His warm breath caressed her skin.
Ross swept her off her feet eight years ago when they met in university. They dated until graduation. Then he went away for two years. Heartbroken, she tried to move on and she managed to with Kieran…until Ross showed up.
If Kieran found out that she was seeing Ross again, he would break up with her. She couldn’t let that happen because she loved him. And she loved Ross. Was it wrong to love two men?
Kieran lowered the binoculars. He turned and walked away, shoulders hunched. It was as he feared. She was back with her ex.
This story was written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. For more information visit Here. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.
She rubbed the condensation from the window and looked out. It was an overcast day, perfect for what she planned to do.
Today was going to be the last day of her pathetic life. No more bullying at school. No more self-recrimination and self-hate. No more pain. No more love. Love–it was what Josh, her half-brother called it when they were doing it in her room or his while everyone else was sleeping or out. She called it wrong because the Bible said that it was sinful for blood relatives to have relations with each other. Yet, even though it made her feel dirty, she continued to let Josh “love” her because it was better than feeling rejected or neglected. For two years, she believed that love, even the wrong kind was better than none, but not today. Today, she was going to be free of it.
They found her dead, an empty pill bottle on the bed beside her. She was only seventeen. A week later, nineteen year old Josh took his life.
This was written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. For more information visit Here. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made – Psalm 139:14
What do you see when you look into the mirror? A tired face? Eyes filled with sadness? A furrowed brow caused by stress? More wrinkles? Frowns instead of smiles? Faded beauty? Diminishing youth? Or do you see what God sees? Someone created in His image?
Did you know that He formed your inward parts and covered you in your mother’s womb? Before you were even formed, He saw your substance. He saw the woman and man your were meant to be. He knew the accomplishments you would make, the decisions you would weigh and the mistakes you would make. Nothing you do can diminish His love for you. David knew this and that’s why he concluded, “How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!How great is the sum of them!” (Psalm 139:17).
God loves you with an everlasting love. He said, “Therefore with loving kindness I have drawn you” (Jeremiah 31:3). You are His masterpiece. The apple of His eye. When you see yourself the way He does, you will fully understand why He were are so precious to Him.
Every time Grandma and I walked past the abandoned house with the gigantic grass shaped cross, she would tell the sad story of Sarah Ann Johnston. I indulged her. She was getting up there and forgot that she had told me the story many times before. I just listened as she talked about the downfall of the reputed most Christian woman who ever lived in Green Bay County.
“We warned her not marry him,” Grandma said, shaking her head. “but she wouldn’t listen. We told her that she shouldn’t be unequally yoked with a man who didn’t have a religious bone in him but she foolishly believed that she could reform him.
“Everyone in the county except me went to the wedding. I’m no hypocrite. I wasn’t going stand up there and pretend like I approved. Sarah Ann was mad at me, of course, but I had to be true to myself.”
“It wasn’t long before things got bad between them. She caught him red-handed with another woman and shot them dead. Now she’s in jail. Foolish woman, she should have listened.”
Poor Sarah Anne Johnston. Her blind and foolish love led to her ruin.
This was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.
God is such a wonderful and amazing God. He warns people (the Israelites), gives them time to reflect then repent, judges them when they don’t repent and then restores them. We don’t deserve His mercy but God is a God of love. He regathers, redeems and restores the remnant. Their response is to rejoice in their Redeemer.
My favorite verses are: “Zion, let not your hands be weak. The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”
Imagine God Almighty rejoicing over you with gladness and singing!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord! – Psalm 150:6
Thank You, Lord for putting a smile on my face this morning. It was wonderful to see those seagulls and the squirrels eating the food You provided for them
Lord, I love You because You care not only for my loved ones, friends, co-workers, neighbors, people in general and me but You care for all creatures and nature.
Praise the Lord for His goodness and mercy which endures forever. Let everything that has breath praise Him.
Lord, even the animals, birds, fish, insects, the trees, the flowers, the sun, moon, stars and everything that Your hands have made praise You. You and You alone are worthy to be praised, O Lord, my God and my Creator.
The people are exhorted to return to the Lord, ask Him to take away their iniquity, to receive them and in return they will offer the sacrifices of their lips such as praise, thanksgiving and confession. They will acknowledge and confess that no nation can save them and that no longer will they say that their idols, the works of their hands, are their gods.
They will acknowledge and confess that the Lord is their God and that only He could save them. And in response to this, God will heal their backsliding and love them freely. He will turn His anger away. They will no longer have anything to do with idols.
Verse 8: I am like a green cypress tree; Your fruit is found in Me is similar to what Jesus said in John 15:4: Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. Our fruit is found in God. Unless we abide in Him and He in us, we can do nothing and any effort to do our own will, not seeking Him, trusting in ourselves or in others, our efforts will be in vain and fruitless.
God is the only One who can restore us when we go astray. Nothing or no one can save us. Only in God, can we find mercy and deliverance.