A’Muse’ Me Monday – Story snippet

Today is A’Muse’ Me Monday over on the Four Fantabulous Females blog I started with three of my daughters. Go check it out and have fun sharing your responses to fact or fiction. 🙂

Here’s my attempt:

Fact: Do you think you are a fantabulous person? Why or why not?

If I had tried to answer this about two weeks ago, I would have struggled. But now? How can I not think I’m fantabulous when God loves me? He doesn’t love me because I’m ‘good’ or because I’m ‘doing something good’, He simply LOVES me. No qualifiers added. I don’t have to try to be loved or earn His love, I’m already loved. I’ve always had His love and always will. Nothing I do or don’t do will change that in anyway. There are no conditions on His love.

Perfect love casts out fear which means I am free by His grace to be myself – warts and all.

I am a sinner guys. A sinner saved by God’s grace – plain and simple. And by His love and grace, I am fantabulous in His eyes. He’s also brought special people into my life such as my hubby and children and they think I’m fantabulous, too. 

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Fiction: Use these five words and write a short (pg-rated at all times – this is a family friendly site) scene or poem: latte, lipstick, poodle, laptop, and screwdriver.

Sarah applied the creamy mauve LIPSTICK to her lips, puckered and kissed a tissue to remove the excess. She surveyed herself in the mirror and frowned. Wrinkles were invading her face like soldiers on a battlefield with a take no prisoner’s attitude. When did I start to grow old?

A glance at her watch kicked her into rush mode. She hurried down the stairs, tripped over the POODLE, and barely caught herself on the railing. A quick apology to the dog and she was on her way.

Twenty minutes (and one detour through Starbucks) later, she pulled into her parking spot at work. Sarah reached behind her seat for her LAPTOP and came up empty. This can’t be happening. 

Frantic, she groped around the floor until her hand closed around something long and skinny. She twisted back around and stared dumbly at the item. A Stanley SCREWDRIVER – covered in blood. She threw it away from her hitting her Starbucks cup, Vanilla LATTE sloshing out the top and down the sides.  What was going on? And who’s blood was on the screwdriver? A shiver snaked down her spine.

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That was fun and quite a workout for my poor brain this morning lol. Now – head over to Four Fantabulous Females and have a go at it. 🙂