Hello there . . .
In spite of all the rapid changes and uncertainties of recent weeks because of the global pandemic, we’re still here by God’s grace with another weekly writing prompt.
I pray that you are physically and spiritually healthy, and that you are leaning on the Lord and His strength during this trying time.
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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: ADJUST
We are all learning to adjust.
We adjust to new schedules, new routines, new restrictions on our freedom.
We adjust to closer proximity with our immediate household, and further proximity from everyone else.
We adjust to online classrooms, worship services, Zumba sessions, and prayer meetings.
We adjust to that hollow pit of unnamed feelings, not easily discerned. Perhaps fear. Or grief. Or loneliness.
We adjust to different sleep schedules, to new recipes, to closed windows and doors.
We adjust to news reports and death tolls, to loud warnings and quiet prayers.
We adjust to idols knocked off their man-made pedestals and an ever-present God waiting to fill the void.
We adjust one way and may someday adjust back, and may we never go back to the way it was before, when we took our lives for granted and pretended we were in control.
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Blessings to you in this coming week, friends! May the Lord continue to be your rock and your strength, now and always. He is faithful to keep His promises.
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Join the link-up with your own five-minute freewrite below, then visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment:Â
I’ve seen ethnic cleansing stuff,
dug bodies from the grave,
and yeah, it was kinda rough,
’cause it was them we came to save.
I’ve seen pot-bellied kiddies
lying dead back in the Mog,
and knew they meant not diddly
to some pencil-pushing pogue.
I’ve seen some really awful things,
and some I shall not name;
every bad the new days brings,
it seems kind of the same,
a madly whirling carousel;
this earth’s another planet’s hell.
The Mog is Mogadishu
A pogue is a Person Other than Grunt (POG).
The last line is a nod to Aldous Huxley, who remarked that this planet may well be some other planet’s hell.
For some reason my firstattempt at a comment seems to have vanished into the aether, so here’s another lash at it. With a different sonnet.
The plague hath come, and I hath spoken:
“It shall pass, and shall pass early.”
‘Twas said, “Surely, you must be joking!”
and I replied, “Don’t call me Shirley.”
But now I must go isolate
from folks I rather would not see,
and need not worry to be late
to places I don’t care to be.
Sure, it’s bad, what is to come;
there are those whom it will kill,
but hey, now, I’m not really dumb;
can you put me in your will?
Humour’s best in a scrape
like…hey, mate, put down that ta…(mppph!).
If nothing else, when all this has passed and we have found our new normal, we should all have a new appreciation for many things we’ve been taking for granted.
I am adjusting, It was really hard for me at first because they lose my church,Bible study.Not seeing my Sisters in Christ and church family,family,friends and walking my 5,000 steps a day. But I am adjusting now. Are pastor his doing live stream from YouTube every Sunday morning and doing Ladies Bible Study on YouTube now. I am writing more everyday, Doing Yoga excerising, Low Impact Carduc in the house. I read my Bible every morning and every night, study His word, writing in my spiritual Jouneal. I call people on the telephone and talk to them. My sons, Sisters in Christ from church, Church Family, family, friends, realities. I am cooking more, writing letters and send cards to people to encourage them some.
This was my first time participating in this linkup. The topic was so on point!