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Warped And Fractured

*This Thursday’s 4/10/14  Writing prompt: Broken
This prompt is inspired by themes of Lent. Week #5 of {The Journey Series}, the journey to Easter.

 

 

BROKEN

This world is warped and fractured.

Oozing the pain of days gone bad.

One just needs to turn on the TV to hear the world crying.

At times the agony seems far away and sometimes…

it grips you. Personally.

The world breaks you.

The delicate shards of life scattered at your feet.

Will this world ever be whole again?

Will life be as it should? As it was meant?

When sin blackened our days, did it also steal our future?

Millions searching for purpose in this life…….

And the tear streaked faces and hardened hearts look for the answer.

And The Word echoes across the barren broken soul.

And when He (Jesus) had taken some bread and given thanks, He broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is My body which is given for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” And in the same way He took the cup after they had eaten, saying, “This cup which is poured out for you is the new covenant in My blood.…  Luke 22:19 

Christ’s broken body…given for You. Christ took your (and my) place on a rough, heavy cross, that day on Calvary.

The perfect life, laid down for the imperfect. The sinless One sacrificed because of the darkness of a sin broken world, full of those who desperately need Him.

Jesus chose to be broken and poured out……for you…..for me.

When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. John 19:30 NIV

As we walk towards Resurrection Day, let us remember the great sacrifice that Christ made for us. The suffering was great for sins that He didn’t commit.

A pardon given, because of His love. 

 

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Last, Makes Me Sad

                    It is five minute Friday over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s site.  This is where we write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over thinking, and no back 

               back tracking.  Are you ready?     Today the prompt is: LAST 

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I cry at Hallmark commercials. I am nostalgic and I love traditions. I love people. I love their stories. I take things to heart. I want things to last, to continue on…and I’m always disappointed when they don’t. Intellectually, I realize that nothing is going to last forever but, my heart still longs…

I don’t want to say good-bye knowing the relationship probably won’t last through time and distance.

I want the  celebration to be longer. I soak in the music and breathe in the silent night. Why can’t the merry of Christmas last?

I long for Autumn to last a bit longer…for the leaves to cling for a few more weeks.

I need a few more days of unscheduled summer. The unofficial last day of summer is next weekend.

I cry quietly this morning, petting my cat who is probably in her last days. I love my pets…even though I know one day they will cease to be here with me.

Last, hurts. Life is difficult.

Sigh.

This post is sad, I know. I’m just in one of those moods.

Tomorrow is a new day, and this gray day will not last…

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Thank you Jesus, that even in the every day, YOU are here. You see me on the good days and You are there in the bad days. You will never leave me nor forsake me and Your mercies are new every morning

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail.
 They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.    Lamentations 3:22-23 NIV

AMEN

 

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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Last…

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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Faithful Friend

My heart aches this morning.

I really hate death. It just hurts too much.

Yesterday afternoon, our elderly dog, Junior, died. Now, I am not comparing his death to other losses I’ve experienced. The deaths of loved ones are definitely not the same as the death of a pet. But, death still hurts. It always does.

My husband found Junior, laying in the yard. It is as if he had just laid down, the last moments of his life winding down…until he just stopped.

We were just getting ready to leave the house for evening choir and church services, when my husband, from across the yard, answered my question, “Is he dead?” He solemnly nodded as I ran across the yard, tears streaming down my face.

Yes, he was about fourteen and a half years old. Yes, I know he was old, and yes I knew he wouldn’t be with us much longer.

But, none of that mattered. Not at that moment.

I met Junior when I married my husband in 2005. He was about seven years old then. A brindle colored mutt. Maybe some sort of bird dog/boxer mix? He liked to walk with me through the years, even after his aging joints made walking difficult and painful. He always had a lick for everyone and would bark with excitement when the family drove up the driveway. Our collie, Ace, will miss his friend. I’m sure he will be lonely without his buddy.

The last year and a half of Junior’s life was a struggle. I faithfully gave him his glucosimine and chondroitin every day for his arthritic joints, picked him up when the steps to the deck got to be too much, and slowly walked him over to the barn on the coldest of winter days, where he could snuggle in the hay with barn kitty.

Grief is the price one pays for loving someone, or in this case, loving a dear pet.

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My Father’s Day Gift

Forgiveness & Rememberance

Image by alex drennan via Flickr

Today at Faith Barista we are talking about Father’s Day.

Bonnie told us to write on the topic

however we chose, just keep it real.

So that is what I am doing….
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Some of us had difficult relationships with our fathers

When we weren’t “daddy’s little girl”

When words were said

and feelings hurt.

And although he was there,

he wasn’t. Not really.

For times he chose others over my sister and me.

Maybe we just didn’t understand each other.

And yet…

I am thankful for the years he provided for his family

and gave routine and predictability to the day.

I do have good memories too.

I wish there had been more.

I wish he had chosen to live.

To see me… and my sister.

To see his grandchildren.

To know and understand that

Fatherhood is important.

I could choose to burden myself with the “Why?” questions

but, the answers would echo cold

in the void, left behind.

Instead, I have chosen forgiveness

As much for me as for him.

To forgive him,

even now, years gone

is my Father’s Day gift

to him

and to myself.

R.I.P

Dad.

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