The early November sunshine cast golden rays through the slits of the shabby shutters. Arising, throwing open the sash; she is greeted by majestic beauty. This is her place, her sanctuary.
The metaphor is not lost upon her.
Similarly when emotions and memories of her past became overwhelming, she, like this old mountain cabin, would shut herself off from the outside world, securely lashing those shutters, fending off those wicked, winter winds that came in the form of nocturnal nightmares.
But now that she has come home, she’s open and ready to embrace life’s splendid design; the divine plan God has for her. And it is pleasing.
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I am participating in Ms. Jenny's Saturday Centus. This is where she provides a prompt and you only have up to 100 additional words to design a story or prose. This week's prompt is golden yellow in the story above.
Please consider heading over to Jenny's blog to join in on the fun!
