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Heavy



The heavy rain pounded the newly-sprouted shoots until they looked like they had wilted and died. The gentle stream that ran by the old, ramshackled barn swelled to overflowing. The air hung heavy like a wet wool blanket over the whole countryside. The people’s hearts hung heavy too. When would this end? How long, Lord, until we are free from this?

Then, suddenly, the rain slowed to tiny droplets. The skies lightened and a thin sliver of blue slowly stretched across the sky. Hope.



*This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up!

 
 
 

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Membre inconnu
12 mars 2022

Love this.

Thanks for sharing.

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Julee Wilson
Julee Wilson
12 mars 2022
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Did you see the new TRT post? Just for you!

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Kathryn Gardner
Kathryn Gardner
12 mars 2022

From heaviness to hope! I love it. It always comes, if we wait for it. Beautifully written. Your FMF neighbour, at #31 this week.

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Julee Wilson
Julee Wilson
12 mars 2022
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Thank you for your sweet comment and nice to "meet" you! The 5 min. went by so fast! I wanted to write so much more!!

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