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“There’s a storm comin’! I tell you a storm!” Pastor
Grimley yelled, pounding the pulpit. “ARE YOU READY?”
The congregation shouted Amen, Praise the Lord…waking
Emily from her nap on the pew. Mama was standing, being one of the Amen
group.
Emily rolled and then planted her chubby little
feet on the maple floor. The walking
thing was still iffy, but she had the crawl-ing down. Distance to the pulpit wasn’t far at all,
and at a fast crawl, Emily
could cover it before Mama noticed.
And, off she took, under pews, between legs,
around feet, past purses. Oh, Emily knew
she was fearless, and this would be another time she found
freedom, with her white diaper bottom wagging behind.
“Can you make a joyous noise to
the Lord??” Pastor roared. Cue the organist, who joined in with a chorus from
different hymns.
Emily reached the pulpit and pulled herself up,
pounding on the cross.
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“Root out sin! Let joy rise as a fragrance to the Lord!” He
raised his arms, pointing to heaven.
Emily plopped down on her bottom, onto a loaded
and ripe diaper. You betcha! Emily
clapped and cooed as Mama came running.
Thank you, Elephant's Child for provided the bold underlined italicized words! She tosses 6 to 12 words out at writers to take up a challenge in their writing each week. Go to her site and check her comments!
Thank you, Elephant's Child for provided the bold underlined italicized words! She tosses 6 to 12 words out at writers to take up a challenge in their writing each week. Go to her site and check her comments!
lol just wanted a closer look, or to tell someone they are full of umm crap lol
ReplyDeleteCrawlers on the move have single minded agenda---I'll go there now...
DeleteCan't take your eyes of a crawler. Voice of experience.
ReplyDeleteGreat, what you made from those words! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!! Here's hoping your latest book is nearing completion!
DeleteFaster than a speeding bullet when they decide to take off. The aroma from those nappies is pretty fast too...
ReplyDeleteLove this - thank you.
My creeping girl made it to a kitchen cabinet while I was on the phone next to her, and she found jar of mustard, which she dropped. Keep eyes on the target.
DeleteMemories are flooding back of taking my two year old daughter, Sarah, to church. I did not return with her till she was seven and potty trained (whichever came first).
ReplyDeleteI understand that last line so completely. At one point, I decided I would have to bring a change of diapers to her high school.
DeleteExcellent.
A delightful story!
ReplyDeleteThe rule about never taking your eyes off these delightful crawlers stands strong.
DeleteOh, that's funny.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed Emily's try for freedom.
DeleteI like this a lot; I can see Emily in my mind, racing for the pulpit as fast as she can, getting away from Mum, revelling in a moment's freedom.
ReplyDeleteEmily has to grab those moments when she can.
DeleteNicely done, Susan. I'm thinking that "pews" could be a key word :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the rest of the weekend, Susan.
Gary :)
You are indeed that Master of the Puns!
DeleteHey! You better watch it with that baby photo. The copyright trolls are looking for you.
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