Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Collude

Journaling Prompt from Liz @WritingReader: Write about a collusion you’ve read about in the news and how it affected you emotionally.
collude verb (used without object), col·lud·ed, col·lud·ing.


  1. to act together through a secret understanding, especially with evil or harmful intent.
  2. to conspire in a fraud.   
There was a horrific situation near my town recently. Two teenage boys murdered their parents and three of their younger siblings. Another two sisters survived. It was shocking, sickening and devastating. The entire town, and surrounding areas, mourned the loss of this family.  I did not know the family personally, but this was difficult to process. How could this happen? What would drive two young men (18 and 16) to do something so horrific?

In the end, you can't make sense of such madness. I pray for the two survivors and the extended family taking them in. I sent encouragement cards to the chaplains who counseled the first responders. It isn't much but it was something.                                                                                                          
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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Loyalty

This is another journal prompt from Liz at thewritingreader.com

         Interesting choice and I've taken time to consider all the ways loyalty can be applied in our lives. For instance we can be a loyal fan loyal customer or loyal to a particular political party.
         For me personally the first thing that popped into my head was an image of my husband. It was week 4 or 5 of my hospital stay and I had woken up before he did. The light from the hall gave me a shadowy view of him reclining back in the makeshift bed. He had covers over his entire body and I don't mean just placed over him, they were cocoon-style around him. He even had his entire head covered! This was truly out of character for him, that he does not like his face covered. 
          That image is forever burned into my mind. A cherished memory of how much he loves me. So much that he slept in that uncomfortable recliner wrapped up like a caterpillar. To me that's loyalty loyal to me, our love, our vows. My husband gave me hope, something to fight for. Without his love and support I would've been lost.