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Stepping back in time

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It has been forty-nine years ago today when we stood at the altar of our church in Kansas City, Mo., at the young, tender age of nineteen. We said our vows, declaring our love, promising to cherish and keep sacred what we hold dear. A merging of two lives, one man, and one woman joined together in holy matrimony in a union that God created, ordained and blessed.

We have been not only blessed to have two wonderful girls and four grandchildren, but have had the blessing, support and encouragement throughout our marriage from family and friends. With a tenacious spirit and determination we hung onto  hope to not give up when things got difficult. It was our faith and belief in a living Savior that kept us strong, believing for the impossible when there didn’t seem to be a way through those rough times.

Yes, I believe in God’s plan of marriage between one man and one woman, and it is in that kind of union blessed by Him that it not only will last and endure, but one where there is always hope. It is in that hope that assures us a new day, a new dawn when clouds are there upon our rising. The sun does come out, and we have the favor of God who loves us so much He does not give up on us when we screw things up. He does not bring us through the bad times only to give up on us just to throw it all away. I am so happy to have the best of those years today.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2015)

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The below story is fiction. It is my weekly 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers from this week’s photo prompt with the Madison Woods web site. Feedback and comments are welcome.

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Empty. The kitchen felt cold, dark. Devoid of life. Like her.

Soon, she would be out of here. Time to move on. She picked up empty boxes and began packing.

They’d fought, both saying harsh things. She lost their child to miscarriage, the baby she’d longed to have.

She swiped at her tears. God, I tried to save our marriage, to keep him happy. But, he still left, with her! What else could I have done?

Floor boards squeaked. She swung around.

“Who’s there?” she asked in a quivering, small voice, shaking.

Gasp! “You!”

“I’m sorry. Can we try again?”

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Posted October 5, 2012 by Joyce in Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Fiction, Writing

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