Peace, grief, overflowing, delight, confusion. Trust.
He Is Sufficient threw out the idea of a six word story. Since I’m swamped and only sort of making it through life these days, six words seemed more manageable than my usual think-things-out-with-as-many-words-as-it-takes kind of post. My story may not have as much creative oomph as Ernest Hemingway’s, but it is a pretty accurate picture of the whirlpool (or is it a swamp) that is my life right now.
And here’s my five word story (borrowed, as you may notice):
Yet Will I Trust Him