Jason and Becky clambered along the rocky up-crop and then down a narrow overgrown path.
Becky made an abrupt stop and turned towards her partner. “You and your fricking shortcuts!”
“What do you mean? This is the fastest way to get to the beach,” he insisted.
“Yes, I’m sure I can get there in about ten seconds,” she said irritably as she turned to take another glance over the cliff.
Padre
Oft when tempted to be dogmatic
One should remember to be pragmatic
The problem of being always right
Is that it all too often leads to a fight
It is always better other points to hear
If you want to friendships adhere
For by balancing information
You may find inspiration
And maintain your friends and close relations
Padre
Butterflies in my tummy
A shy smile upon my face
This feeling that comes over me
Whenever I am in your presence graced
And this nervous flutter
Just grows and grows inside
Especially when you smile at me
With twinkles in your eyes
Padre
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“Forever seems a long time,” Hennie typed onto the messenger.
“Lockdown, isn’t forever,” Kennan responded. “All of this will end eventually.”
“Sure seems like forever,” she replied.
He responded with a sad faced emoji.
Flirting online had become the extent of their fledgling relationship.
“I can’t wait till school starts again, and I can see you,” she mused in print.
“Calculus was the high point of my day too,” he responded.
“Thank you,” she wrote and added a bashful face.
“I signed up for Art and Debate, like you suggested,”
“Oh, that’s so sweet.”
“Now we will have three classes together,” he typed, adding a kiss face.
Padre
The Write-In Celebrate National Flash Fiction Day with us! On 6 June 2020
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Maryrose and Chip sat across from each other at the speed dating event.
“Wow, five minutes isn’t much time, is it?” Mary Rose observed, trying to break the ice.
“No. But sometimes you just ‘know’ if it’s right,” Chip said.
“And how are you feeling right now,” she said seductively.
Chip flushed and attempted deflect by observing, “Maryrose, that’s a pretty name. I went to school with a Rosemary, but never heard it the other way around before.”
“Oh, I know it’s a little different. Mum loved prawn cocktail, it’s kind of embarrassing. I usually go by just Mary though. What about Chip, is that a nickname, like ‘chip off the old block’, or something?”
Chip reddened again and said,”No, it’s my real name. My mum loved her fries.”
It was then that Mary and Chip knew they had something!
Padre
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A. A. Milne wrote “Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart”
It’s not mounds of presents
Nor grand gestures large
It’s often the small things
Which our batteries recharge
It’s a smile, or a thank you
A welcome, or a please
It’s them caring to say “Bless you”
When you unexpectedly sneeze
“You make that outfit look good,”
Instead of the reverse
It’s a shoulder to cry on
When you think “things can’t get much worse”
Your heart may be spacious
But it’s the little things that fill it
So be sure to say thank you
To those who make you feel it
Padre
Pixaby
Epitome of quiet calmness
Side by side skimming
Content with things what may
Facing the world together
Companions forever
As together they gently glide away
Padre
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FaceTime and Skype
Houseparty and Zoom
Time to chat
And with others play
Distance may make
The heart grow fonder
But contact can make your day!
Padre
Prompted by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, but inspired by the wonderful and special people I communicate with electronically.
Lock-down, quarantine, self-isolation, and social distancing have had a major impact on our lives. This is no less true of our worship, than with any other of our other social interactions. But Pastors, Priests, and other faith leaders have been proactive in bringing what the modern world has to offer to keep their flocks together, and to fulfill the instruction of Hebrews 10:25, that we are not to forsake the assembling of ourselves together.
This morning, as on the last several Lord’s Days, I “attended” worship on a live feed which linked the saints together. The word was powerful as we were reminded that times of trial help prove us, and prepare us for the Lord’s work. Our growth often has a “necessity” of such trials. The worshiping of God from the vantage point of our physical separation from one another is one such trial.
It does show us another great truth, however. The church (Ekklesia) is not the physical structure in which we gather. We do not “go to church.” Rather we are the church! We, the Body of Christ, not the bricks and mortar are church. The challenge then is for us the “Be Church.” Nothing else is good enough.
Whether we are housed together with loved ones, linked by technology, or in near total isolation, we are tied together by far more. We are bound by the blood of Christ! We are family, and we are a body (I Corinthians 12). We are Church.
Padre
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Doris went over to comfort her best fiend, Hazel who had just gone through the most acrimonious break up that one could imagine.
“You look amazing,” Doris said as Hazel opened the front door.
“Thank you, you look good too.”
“I am so glad you are doing so well, I thought I might have to do some serious cheering up.”
“No I’m really good actually,” Hazel said.
“By the way, I think that is the most beautiful jacket I have ever seen,” Doris said. “Where did you get it?”
“I made it?” Hazel replied.
“Where did you get that marvelous silk fabric?”
“Do you remember Dan’s skydiving hobby?” Hazel asked.
“Yes,” Doris answered a little confused.
“It’s from his rig?”
“But isn’t he supposed to be jumping today?”
“I hope so.”
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #154 – Fabric in 131 words
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