Diapers at the Altar

 There’s a storm comin’!  I tell you a storm!” Pastor 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  at its original form for providing the bold underlined italicized words!  She tossed 6 to 12 words out at writers to take up a challenge in their writing each week. 

 

For the month of April the words burst from the mind of messymimismeanderings Should be good!

This is a 2015 post. 

Wherever we go, there are some amazingly cute precious babies. I look at the parents with a smile, pat my chest                                                                                    and say "Grandma". They smile.

 

I remember a blogger writing about a child in her church doing something similar, but way more adventurous.

Wed. Words: Emily at Church

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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!

Wednesday Words: Storms

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Boreal wind swept across the frozen lake as the icy tempest withdrew.

  

Watching a crescent moon rising behind the rocky shore, Sven breathed raggedly.  “Well, that was a hell of a thing…”  

His husky, Morgan, growled in agreement. So much for summer.

Every Wednesday, Delores from Under the Porch Light provides Wednesday Word participants with six interesting words.  Then we all set our brains afire, trying to work around this challenge.  The words are bold and underlined above.  Click on the lonely train tracks above to access her site!

Preparation is the Key

This is misery, pure and simple.  Nothing more can be said about the storms that have been, are now arriving, and will be coming in a few days.

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Bismarck Tribune

The above two photos demonstrate how NOT to behave or dress in the midst of the arctic freeze.  Both agreed to news sources that they were totally unprepared.

Source: Hobbit Hotel in Montana

Advice from those who know: Stay inside and hunker down in a warm place.  Hot tea?  Coffee?  Chili?  Whatever is your choice, but stay safe, warm, and inside.

p.s.  Apparently there really IS a Hobbit Hotel in Montana.  Check the site under the charming hobbit hole above.