One Liner Wednesday

Nobody’s perfect. A marriage is just a union of two imperfect people trying to help and support each other as they pick their way through a hostile world in an attempt to make some kind of worthwhile life.

This is part of One-Liner Wednesday by Linda G Hill.couple-260899_640

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The Parable of the Rose Bush

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11New International Version (NIV)

I have been hanging on to this promise for  three years now with varying degrees of tenacity. We have been praying for this future that God promised. Every now and then there would be a flare of hope and it looked like an answer was coming but as time went by and there was no follow up, they all faded and died.

A week ago I looked at my rose bush and had a new insight. Two year ago this plant suddenly realized that it was actually a climbing rose and started climbing all over the wall. I had attached plastic fencing to the wall for the sweet-peas to climb up and this rose grew all over it. I looked forward to a wall full of roses but last year all I got was leaves and new shoots and more leaves. During the winter I threatened the rose bush. If you don’t produce any roses when summer comes, I am going to dig you up. I didn’t want a creeper, I bought a rose plant.

It took me seriously. It is now Spring and bunches of tiny buds have appeared all over the sprawling plant. I know I am going to have my wall full of roses. They are not here yet, they are still promises but I know without a doubt that they are coming.

God’s promises are like that. They are definitely coming but they are not here yet.  Every day when I look to see if any new flowers have appeared, I remember that  God is faithful and His promises secure. It is just not the right time yet.dscn4471

One day I will see a wall full of roses.

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It’s a Circus Out There

 

“Mayday! Mayday! This is Medijig 100. Can anybody hear me?”

“Come in Medijig 100”

“I am running out of fuel. Where can I land?”

“We see you on our radar. You are in the middle of Letnin City. There is no open space for 10km.”

“What about a building with a flat roof?”

“Not in Letnin. After the terrorist attack last year all the buildings have had spike barriers added to their roofs.”

“Wait. I see something. It’s a flat topped vehicle. I’m going down.”

The clown in the circus van looked up. “Hey Dora, A helicopter ambulance is going to land on our roof. They’ll have oxygen for sure. Our little asthmatic chimp is going to be all right!”

120 words

 

This story is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and is based on the following photo prompt.

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain!

Maybe you’d like to join in the fun.

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

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Lend a helping hand.

“Look Mom,’ it’s trying to escape!” Four year old Nicholas was watching his big brother fly his new kite.

“Mmm!” said Mom. She glanced up from her needlework.

“It looks like a bird. It wants to fly.”

“Mmm!”

Nicholas spied Mom’s sewing scissors.

“Don’t worry, little kite,” he said. “I’ll help you.”

 

This story is in response to this week’s Shapefitting challenge.