"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.
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.
Wherever we go, there are some amazingly cute precious babies. I look at the parents with a smile, pat my chest, saying "Grandma"
This is a repost from 2022. Wednesday Words is a genre free challenge created by Delores, who probably could not have predicted how it would keep going.
