(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Real
A sense of and faith in solid ground, bedrock, and support.
I can’t offer proof.
Not in the scientific sense of proof.
Not in molecules and chemistry and equations.
It’s certain – in a world where nothing else is certain – not the color of a silly dress (white and gold or black and blue?), not the safety of a vehicle, not the promise of loyalty, not even a next breath.
Faith that there is a God.
Faith that God is good.
Faith that God will be with me even (especially) in the uncertainties of life.
Faith that God does not cause hurt or harm or pain or evil actions, but will be with me when (not if) I encounter those things in my life.
And that makes all the difference.