Two In One (Part Six) (A Fiction And A Non-Fiction Piece I Wrote In One Post)

          Sharing two pieces of prose I wrote together in one post to make it a bit more efficient (and maybe a bit easier) for any who come across it, AND to make more of an impact for any who read it. May this be a blessing to someone today; and thank you again for your support!

Wait (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

       

           In the pitch black rubble that was their house they sat for a moment, a husband and wife. Burned to nothing they wanted nothing more than to rebuild this home, this refuge of security and peace where roots were being established. After what seemed an hour a word came into their troubled thoughts, "Wait.". In their loss this was not a welcome thought. They simply wanted to have a home, to be home. Here they were left, their thoughts and emotions in the same state as their now decimated home.

             After another hour the word came to their thoughts again, "Wait.", and this time instead of rejecting it immediately they simply discussed it as they sat in the ash of their ruined house. In their loss they wondered why this word was entering their thoughts again. "What if it's not about waiting to rebuild the house, but just waiting here?", said the husband to his wife. Trying to process their grief as they waited there at the foundation of what was left, sitting among the charred remains of what was left, they began talking about good times, they sang a song or two to ease their pain (something they often did in their home), and they wondered about the future, about where their next home would be, if it would be. It was simply all a question mark among each verse sung and note played there; a new foundation was being built that they has yet to see.

              Watching the couple's grief (and their response to it), the neighbors decided to take action. Phone calls were made and they gathered as one. Together they showed up and took a collection of money for the family to get a place to stay until all was taken care of. The couple thanked them and left to get some rest, tired from the heavy toll of tragedy they were walking through.

               The next day as the couple arrived to continue processing what had happened (for their grief was great) all the neighbors were gathered there, building. Their home was being rebuilt! It took several days but eventually the house was built again as the ruin became restoration of hope and a life together. It came to be that after several days they had a new place, all because they decided to wait. Wait in the grief to process and to heal. Wait in the gratitude of a life that wasn't limited to four walls and a roof. Wait for redemption in a good that was still there despite what seemed like the end rather than give up hope of anything good that could still be. It was then they realized it wasn't a place that made a home, it was what was built there in that house that made it a home: life regardless in spite of all that living brings in both good and bad times known; to have the blessing of such a loving and supportive community of neighbors was the added blessing that truly made this structure home.

One Step (A More Recent Non-Fiction Piece I Wrote)

             One step, not two, forward, focusing to not be consumed. One step, then two, for this is how we live beyond existing, how we thrive where we learn to run without failing, prospering in the truest sense of prospering.

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