Tuesday is the day for “Twittering Tales.” Last week I was too sick to participate, but I’m back this week with three different offerings. I’m imagining what thoughts of home the character in the photo might be thinking. Each week, Kat Myrman posts a photo prompt on her blog. The challenge is to come up with a story or poem using only 140 characters.
This week I have two short stories and some haiku. It’s a fun way to stretch your writing skills and use your imagination. With the “Twittering Tales” and the “magnetic” poetry I am having a lot of fun. Maybe you’d like to try it, too!
With a lump in his throat he took one last look.
Saying goodbye was hard. Determined, he turned away.
He’d do his best and make them proud.
THE BIG CITY
Big city awaits
Scary for this country boy
A new place and job
Her letters charmed him
For the first time they would meet
Would they hit it off?
COMING BACK HOME
Would anyone recognize him? 16 years had passed!
Still, it was home. At least his mom would welcome him with a hug.
He was nervous but happy.
HOME IS A WELCOMING PLACE
Home evokes different images for each of us. I remember the first time I went away to college. It was always so pleasant to come back to my family. After I got married, most of my life was lived pretty far away from my parents. Still, it was a lovely thing to come back and be welcomed by loving people.
Now I live in a log house. When we go away for a vacation and come back, the first thing that greets us is the smell of the wood. It gives me such a warm, welcoming feeling. Have you ever been away from home a long time? When you returned was it a welcoming place?
Sometimes we may wander from our place with God. It could be through a thought, following a wrong direction, or even being engaged in something good. When our constant activity keeps us away from spending time with our Savior, we can feel lost and confused.When our constant activity keeps us away from spending time with our Savior, we can feel lost and confused.
GOD ALWAYS WELCOMES US BACK
I’m so thankful that He always welcomes us back with open arms ready to forgive and set us on the right path again.
I have too long neglected my morning prayer time, because I’ve let other things creep in and take my attention. Last night I determined to make those times a priority again. I started with writing some prayers in my journal just before bed last night. This morning, even though I was tempted to go straight to my computer after breakfast, I went upstairs instead and had a blessed time of prayer with my Lord.
Does this mean I’ll always do the right thing? No, I’m sure I will struggle again, but knowing that each day is a new day full of God’s mercies, I know He will welcome me back. There is no need to worry or feel like a failure. I just need to remember I am a beloved daughter of God. These verses from Lamentations always give hope when I read them:
It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.