1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}
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The prompt is: AFRAID
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When being afraid grows into cold, hard fear…
there is one thing in my life that gives me that feeling.
It is not made up, it is very real…and that is why it gnaws at me.
I can’t really talk about it. Not in a blog post.
I’ve learned to not think about it. Not dwell on it. To compartmentalize it.
Because if I don’t do that it will completely overwhelm me.
A mother’s love is a fierce thing.
And yet, fear can be insidious. It is able to worm its way into the heart. Its tentacles strangling.
Oh God, remember me, just as you did the Hebrew mothers during the Passover.
The blood of the lamb over the doorposts to the house…
and now, Your blood, the Lamb, sacrificed for us.
The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are, and when I see the blood, I will pass over you. Exodus 11:13 NIV

The Angel of Death and the First Passover (illustration from the 1897 Bible Pictures and What They Teach Us by Charles Foster) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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