Shelby’s weekly writing prompt!

[BigBlueHen53]

POTW: if you were writing a book about your life up until this point, what would the opening and/or closing lines be?

It's true, I've lived more lives than a cat ....


.... but through it all, and by His grace, I've learned to praise Him even through my tears.

 

[GodLovesU]

This week everyone can go back and do some of the old prompts!

 

[GodLovesU]

POTW: what would the opening line be if you wrote a book about surviving a serious storm.

 

[GodLovesU]

Any suggestions for this week?

 

[ClickityChick123]

POTW: what would the opening line be if you wrote a book about surviving a serious storm.

Make sure you DON'T DIE. Some people get really confused on this.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

It was such a glorious day to begin with.

 

[GodLovesU]

POTW: write about one of the random little things in life you’re grateful for, and why it’s special.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Nothing in my life seems random or little, but running water comes to mind because I've lived without it. The joy of being able to step into a comfortably warm shower and stay as long as you want is surely one of life's great pleasures. Turning a tap and getting running hot and cold water in the kitchen sink is a delight beyond reckoning, if you've had to trudge down a steep place and back to carry water up in a bucket and then chop wood to heat it before you can cook or wash dishes or clothes. And the convenience of a flush toilet compared to doing without, I will leave to the imagination.

 

[ClickityChick123]

I'm so grateful that I have a warm house. When I look at the snow outside, or see the freezing weather on the thermometer, and I have the luxury of being as warm as I want.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

POTW: write about one of your favorite Christmas memories.

I knew what was in the big box long before I opened it, or thought I did. I only knew the half of it, though. My DH knew I wanted an English saddle for riding Crystal, my half-Arab mare. So I knew there was a saddle in there. But how on earth could he have picked the right saddle for me? There are many kinds of English saddles, and ... well, the saddle has to fit both horse and rider. What was he thinking, buying such an expensive item for me? That's like buying shoes for another person, only way more expensive. My heart kept doing flip-flops till the big day came. Finally, I got to open the box. And I was immediately both thrilled and disappointed. This saddle was not brand-new. But he hastened to explain. Our horse-loving friend, from whom I'd bought my horse, had helped him with the purchase. Whew! Instant sigh of relief! DH might know little to nothing about saddles, but this woman certainly did! She was the local expert in English saddlery! Okaaaay, so ..... and what was all this other stuff in the box?

Well, bless her horsey heart (and his loving one) she'd demonstrated it all to him on one of her horses! She he took me out back where we whistled up Crystal and proceeded to fit her out completely with all the English tack she needed. Saddle, of course, girth, stirrup leathers and stirrups, martingale, bridle, reins. And finally, me! He gave me a leg up and I settled into the saddle and - oh, heaven! It fit perfectly!

I told him I was going to get down and let him sit in it a minute, then he was going to put me back up and never sit in it again, that saddle fit like it was made for me!

It was my best Christmas ever!