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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!