“It’s the best time to witness His presence,” said the charismatic pastor arranging a Saturday, impromptu, start at sunrise, youth hike.
While parents fussed over backpack content and untied shoelaces, a dozen children anticipated wildly for the pastor to jumpstart the evanescent adventure ahead of them.
Yes, God. I understand, the pastor silently whispered. You need me to prepare these chosen little ones for your special mission.
“Parents, trust me,“ the pastor continued, “Enjoy your bible fellowship and let’s meet back at the picnic area around noon.”
Three years . . . The search continues daily for our missing children.
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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The challenge is to write a 100 word story that includes a beginning, middle and end based on a weekly photo prompt.
Link up your post then sit back and enjoy the variety of stories from this fabulous writing community.
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