The battle was hard. She fought. Two years of ups and downs. Her family fought beside her, soaring high with every positive report and crashing to the ground with every disappointment. It was more than anyone should have to do.
She did not recognize her own body. Her voice and speech patterns belonged to another. Every part of her being had changed. Except for one part.
Her Faith remained strong. It did not waiver. The battle raged on but so did her Faith. There were tears and despair
But in the end, she soared on the wings of an angel.
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Faith…it is the only thing that can grow stronger & endure. All other things will be left behind….but our relationship with our God…who knows our every thought, every feeling, every struggle, every fear….and every joy…grows deeper & deeper as we depend on Him. We are never alone in this life……Jesus is always as close as the mention of His Name.
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Beautiful and moving, a great take on the prompt.
Oh my, Ruth. Quite moving
A very imaginative take on the prompt. Beautifully done.
Thanks. I know it was a stretch, but its the first thing I thought of.
If it was a stretch, it was a valid one. I love it when a writer tackles the prompt from an unexpected angle – I struggle not to take a very literal approach. Please keep stretching.
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Your words remind me of family members struggling today and some who have passed on. Very nice, Ruth.
I guess when one reaches a certain age, we have to deal with this type of thing more often. I don’t like it, but have watched friends and family struggle. Sounds like you have too.
what a lovely tribute – beth
Thank you. I have watched several friends and family members struggle in the past few years and I think about them often. Some of them, happily, are still soaring here, but others with the angels.!