It is late, very late.
Late, because, on a Sunday evening, one finds an early bedtime crucial in one's preparation for Monday. Late, because, after such a long week, one must rest, and rest well.
But, this particular Sunday night, I have a particular reason for staying up. I discovered, in reading Everly Pleasant's blog, Clickety Clack
, something that peaked my interest, a conference for Christian women who write, or speak, and minister. A conference called She Speaks
. They are offering three scholarships, and I am barely in time for the second.
The challenge? To write a story in six words.
The example? Ernest Hemingway's, "FOR SALE. BABY SHOES. NEVER WORN".
Intimidating, right? But a challenge to my writer's soul. So, I laid down my book, closed shut my eyes, and raised my prayers for wisdom, for words to speak His heart, for truth that was His.
Here is what, with all my heart, I put on paper.
CANCER. Terror. Miracle beyond believing. JESUS.
There.... a story, simple, true, and brimming with all the joy I can muster.