Handful of Hope: Microfiction
She wanted to see if they could float so with faith she tossed them across the sackcloth that would be the sky and watched as her handful of hope like diamonds suspended themselves and twinkled as stars.
She wasn’t the King Creator, nor His Glorious Son, but she was born of His Spirit, and thusly imbued with the authority and call to create. She was learning how to do so with a voice and song uniquely her own, a song she longed to sing to please only His ears.
So she tossed up another handful of hope and watched it twinkle and grow in light until the inky darkness bled away yielding to the brilliance of life.
The cold uncertainty that had once made her limbs stiff with immobility began to retreat as her being grew warm with the fire of expectation and joy.
Handful after handful of hope and dreams and faith jettisoned from her vibrant fingertips and ate away at the dreadful nothing that sought to blanket her with fear.
Laughter erupted from her being like thunder and rain of her tears spilled forth from her eyes. No longer was she throwing her hope against the darkness but she was dancing in the key of joy and the tempo of redemption and with each movement of her soul did light dispel the darkness.
*Week 58 of #Blogbattle is here! This week’s Keyword: FLOAT. My Genre: INSPIRATIONAL. Word Count: 225 Words. To read more stories by other battlers or to participate yourself, you can do so by following this LINK to Rachael Ritchey’s amazing blog!
*NOTE ABOUT THE ABOVE STORY
Sometimes, many times, what is written is as a prayer in the face of struggle. Using hope and working one’s faith is a choice. It takes great courage to decide that despite it all, you will choose to dance even in the darkness, that you will be the spark and ember that brings light and a wildfire where there is not warmth.
I praise Yeshua Jesus for His love and His gentle urging to learn to dance when there is no music, to be the music. Yes, it takes courage even in our greatest weakness, but in our weakness He is made strong!
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.~ 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!