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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: BREAK
Setting a timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.
I has happened again. Yet another school shooting, this time at a Christian elementary school in Nashville.
A Christian elementary school.Â
I cannot imagine.
When will it end?
This senseless violence . . . I just don’t understand.
My heart breaks for those affected — both directly and indirectly.
And I cannot comprehend it.
One after another, after another . . . We cannot catch a break. The brokenness of this world just seems to keep getting worse.
The clock is ticking on the timer I’ve set, but I am struggling to find more words.
It makes my stomach hurt to think about it.
Perhaps I will let the clock run and only pray, Come, Lord Jesus. Come quickly.
STOP.
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Join the link-up with your own five-minute freewrite on the prompt, BREAK, below, then visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment:Â
Ash to ashes, dust to dust,
but did the Lord make a mistake?
For it seems our country must
not be meant to catch a break,
as we drive out in our EVs,
batt’ries made by slaves in China,
using metals that are seized
from foredoomed Congolese miners.
And fentanyl covers the land,
a hundred thousand dead last year,
so maybe we should understand
that while six more dead deserve a tear,
we need to see the problem, thus,
that all our ills begin with us.
Four minutes, and I hate the result.
I’m so sorry. x
There are no words.