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Rosie's Story. Episode One. Free Coffee Break Read

 


Dearest Readers,

Welcome to Rosie's Story, an inspirational fictional tale which will appear in short episodes once a week. (God willing, as I always say.)

Writing and blogging like this is manageable for a busy wife and mom. :)

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Rosie's Story


Photo: Aaron Burden. Unsplash


"Why do we go to church?" Rosie asked her mother as she skipped along the cracked sidewalk.
"Because," smiled the beautiful woman beside her, "it's the right thing to do. My mother and father took me. Now I take you. It's the right thing to do."
"Oh. Ok." Rosie kept skipping, taking care to avoid the cracks. She didn't question her mother further. Rosie didn't really mind going to church. The church was special and echoey with its pretty glass pictures and its nooks and crannies. The only thing she didn't like about church was that Daddy didn't go. But Rosie quickly pushed her sad thoughts to one side as her mother's smile dispersed the clouds. She felt so loved as her mom pressed her hand and gave a little girlish skip. Rosie shared a giggle with her older sister Cherry. 

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Inside the cool church, with Mama sitting between them, Rosie thought about what Mama had said in answer to her question. Most everything about the service went over her head, but Mama's words rang true: there was something very right about  sitting on the old wooden pew with Mama's hand holding hers.

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To be continued...


Copyright: Alison Lawrence


Thank you for stopping by!

See you soon,

and may God bless you.

Alison.

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