This is my post for #freewritehouse 12-04-21 #pic1000 hosted by
what I see
two hands containing a storm
birds/eagle/swallowtail and others
trees
thunderstorm/lightening
A fire builds
buildings
lion
floodwaters
big water drops on bottom hand thumb
what I feel
the next great flood was beginning
my story
The clouds were building, a small town was preparing for the storm. They were used to how the rain when coming down the mountain could flood the entire town within hours. This time was different, the sky turned darker than they had ever seen, the lightning was hitting everything, it was starting fires, the heavy rain was not putting the fires out. The streets were already showing signs of heavy flooding.
Some of the people gathered in the 300-year-old well-built church which sat on the highest elevation. The story behind why the church was built here has been handed down from the ancestors who built the town.
The story told was about a time many years before the church was built. A storm just like this one was approaching, water came rushing through the streets taking away whatever was in its path. A little barn sat on the hill that the church was now on, they were all praying for God to save their town and spare their lives.
This is when God picked up the entire town, He held it in the air, letting the water run through His fingers. A circus was in town and a lone lion had escaped its cage and found refuge on God's wrist. The birds were flying to calmer skies. The people in the barn were not afraid because they knew that they were in God's hands. When the storm was over, God sat the town down, the sky cleared, and all of the townspeople were safe.
After this happened, the small barn was kept but around it was built a church. For many years everyone in the town came to church and thanked God. But these last 50 years fewer people started coming to church, they stopped believing.
With this storm, the people who believed gathered in the church, they prayed for the people who were not there. The screams of others being swept away were unbearable. God did not come, the town was being washed away. As the water came closer to the top of the hill that the church was sitting on, His hands came down and gently lifted them. This started the next generation of believers.