(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: Doubt
It’s the middle of the night and I doubt I will be going back to sleep.
So much to think about.
Later today I will attend a funeral for a high school senior.
A high school senior I have known since she was three years old.
Her death was unexpected.
I doubt today will be easy.
Not for those of us who knew her.
Certainly not for her family.
Tomorrow I will attend a funeral for an 85 year old man I never met.
I didn’t know him, but I know and love his sister.
I know how she cared for him.
His death was not entirely unexpected.
I doubt tomorrow will be easy for my friend.
My doubts reflect our frail human nature.
Not for one minute do I doubt that God holds us all in his grace and mercy.