Welcome to this week’s edition of the Five Minute Friday writing link-up!
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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: FLEE
These past two weeks have been heavy with devastation in the southeastern portion of the United States, first from the ravaging effects of Hurricane Helene, and now the more recent torment of Hurricane Milton so close behind.
Perhaps you have been personally affected. If so, I’m so sorry. I really can’t imagine.
I sat in the safety of my home in West Michigan and saw pictures and videos online of highways completely blocked by miles and miles of vehicles trying to flee from the coming storms to places of refuge.
I tried to imagine what it would have been like to pack only what one vehicle could hold, and not know if I would ever see my home still standing and in tact again, or any of my other belongings.
I watched those images and videos and it made me think of Scripture passages that warn us to flee from the wrath to come.
And as unimaginably powerful and unbearable as these past two storms have been, how much greater will God’s power be when He comes to judge the earth?
But how can we escape it? How and where can we flee? What can protect us from God’s wrath?
Only the blood of Christ.
All we can do is hide ourselves in Him by faith, and He will cover us with His righteousness and all-sufficient sacrifice on the cross.
He is our refuge, our safety, our protector, our defender from the coming storm.
Thanks be to God.
STOP.
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Join us as we freewrite for five minutes on the prompt, FLEE, then visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment:Â
Flee the country, go abroad,
’cause Herod’s on the loose,
and though that drongo is a fraud,
He might just cook your Baby’s goose,
so hie away unto the airstrip,
there’s a ticket, buy it
to embark on a long Egypt trip
with Pontius as your pilot.
Now wait a mo’, I am confused,
I think there’s plot and sequence wrong.
Perhaps I should, yeah, not have used
that Maui Special in the bong,
but looking back, I have the rhyme,
and anyhow I’m out of time.
Oh, jeez.
Always excited to read the rhymes you throw down
Thanks, Bethany!
Flee from mom it’s nap time. Not much has changed when I fast forward 43 years. Bed time alludes me. I know I should flee to it. But I want to run from it. Dishes. Laundry. Quiet time. QUIET HOUSE. Oh, the many reasons to flee bedtime. Oh the reasons… But oh the reasons to flee to bedtime. Rest. Sweet sweet rest. Lord let me believe I need it and want it and flee all other things. In Jesus name amen.