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I also was inspired to do something faith related but it's bad...
A sheep stumbled over the dark dunes, pale hair glinting in the light of the quarter moon. His tiny hooves felt too small for the desert expanse, and with every step he took they sunk into the sand. His dreams of finding greener pasture had evaporated like the moisture that had once coated his tongue. Now it was dry as sand. Sand coated his mouth, it coated everything. He blinked away sand, shook it out of his ears, trying to find some oasis, some last desperate hope in this desert. I never should have left the Shepherd, he thought. It's true there was never much to eat in that part of the desert, but there was enough, and he always led us to fresh water. He knew the way. I didn't want to go through the desert. I thought I could find a better way, I thought I could find lush meadows. But I don't know the way. I only got deeper into the desert. I only got lost. He ached to see another face.
"Help!" he cried into the dark. "Help! I'm lost! I don't know the way, Shepherd, save me!"
Of course, no one could hear him. There was nothing for miles around, nothing he could see in all that darkness, anyway.
“I need you,” he whispered. “I thought I could go my own way, but I was wrong.”
He could go on walking, not knowing where he was going, getting himself even more lost, or he could stop. If he went on much longer he'd collapse anyway. There was one thing left to do. He laid down, closing his eyes to the dark. He didn't have much longer before he perished of thirst.
Strong arms wrapped around his body and lifted him up.
He opened his eyes to see the Shepherd. "I am sorry," said the sheep. "I will never leave you again."
And the Shepherd pulled out a skin of cool water and he drank, suckling like he was again a little lamb. And the Shepherd carried him back to the
flock.
I like that ❤️
 
This is a great prompt but I don’t think I’ll have time to write anything today. Granted I said the same thing yesterday but…
Sadly, I had no time yesterday... I was busy with doing around-the-house work. It also didn't help that we didn't have any running water... our pump decided to break down so we were running around like crazy to get that fixed.
 
I squeezed my eyes closed tighter. I wanted cry out, to scream, but it took every ounce of strength to simply keep breathing. The cold wall against my back and the floor beneath me were the only things reminding me of reality.

Thoughts, lies, doubts, swirled around me internally. Pulling me along deeper to the place I didn't want to be.

I don't want You. But I want to want You, I need You. I began to plead, hands clutched to my head tightly. I forced air into my lungs in gasps and back out between sobs. You know it's You that brings me back here.

And you know why I bring you here.


The raging thoughts slowed for a brief moment at the soft voice.

“My grace is sufficient for thee...”

“For Your strength is made perfect in weakness.” I whispered, steadying myself. Speaking over the thoughts before they could drown everything again. “For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
This is beautiful, Clouds.
 
The description of the coffee maker working was very candid. Until you said the coffee got cold. Hot drinks seem to take forever to cool down, let alone get cold.
Oops. I don’t drink coffee, so I didn’t know. Do you think it’s bad enough to go back and change? I liked the symbolism of the coffee going cold.
 

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