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A sister is comfort

The Friday challenge word is comfort.
You write for five minutes without editing. Then publish.
I am not sure how to write this mothers day weekend.

The bond of sisters is comforting.
I am the youngest of three.
I guess that has a perk but I have never felt how special being the youngest should be.
Our lives were different and our world was very different growing up.
I cannot say our ‘earlier’ growing up years were full of comfort.
Unless you count the nights of warm wash rags and Vick’s vapor rub on chests that could not even try to breath in a decent breath of air.
I personally don’t remember comfort as part of our younger ‘growing up years’.
Comfort means peace.
Soft
a warm blanket kind of snuggling and a knowing…
A knowing that you would be safe.
We did not have that.
But as adults we do.
I have a knowing that I can call my sister any time in tears and trauma and she will listen with open arms and open heart.
I am thankful.
Comfort…
God gives us comfort.
A peace that passes ALL understanding.
That is a lot like a wonderful, comfortable sister relationship.
I am glad to say I have a sister.
A sister is comfort no matter what time of day it is.

Stop.

Cherub and flower

                                                     

photo by Rosie of Dundee, Oregon
The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, 
and rescues them. Psalm 34:7

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Brave

The word for the five minute writing challenge this week is Brave.
You write for five minutes with no editing then publish.
As I was thinking about it I thought to myself what is bravery to me?
What is the meaning and what is the ultimate test of bravery.
Immediately a picture came to my mind and I knew I had to post it.
Being brave when your situation seems to be extremely intense.
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The ones I see being brave the most are our police men and firemen.
Can you even imagine the tension and the pounding of heart at times when they run to a scene that is considered dangerous and terrible?
Thinking of the Boston bombings, and the twin towers, and many other terrible scenes through out the land where our uniformed men and women have to be brave and walk where no one wants to walk.
The mall shootings, the school shootings, the home shootings.
They train to keep us safe.
They learn new tools of the trade always finding ways to get ahead of the bad guys with the hope that some day the bad guys won’t have the power to ruin good and decent lives.
For those of us who have family members who are uniformed officers we pray and we pray more.
We pray for protection and for calms hearts and for a quiet shift.
I think the brave word should be placed right next to those uniformed officers who when they see the worst they remain strong and responsible and continue to do their job as they were trained and taught to do.
God bless our uniformed men and women.
The picture is my son not only in a training position but also on his knees in a prayerful position.

For the protection comes from the sound mind of the officer
and perhaps the prayers of the people too.
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power,
and of love, and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7

 

Resting

It’s been quiet here lately because I have been sick.
Whenever a bug hits me it lands in my throat and then I have to use inhalers to help me breathe.
I am only on day four but this is not wanting to leave on it’s own and perhaps it might be time for a call to the doctors office and ask for a good antibiotic that will get me back on task.
The week has been slow.
My housework has not been done and the laundry is the only thing that has been kept up.
Sometimes we have these times of rest and recoup.

Sometimes it is good to sit back and just have a good cup of tea and breathe in the sweetness.
My people will abide in a peaceful habitation,
in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places Isaiah 32:18

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