Support:
A beam, a girder, something that holds something else up. It’s underneath, hidden, not always noticed, but beautiful in its own right.
Without it, the whole structure would fall—a pile of random pieces with nothing to hold it together.
But support is also: an assistant, a protector, a rescuer. The inglorious feet of the body, making it all work.
Support is what holds us all. In the last few months, my family has been through quite a bit, and I don’t know what we would have done without the support of our friends and family.
To those who helped, who prayed, thank you.
This short story is in response to the Five Minute Friday prompt: Support. The rules are: write for 5 minutes and no editing (although I can’t stop myself a little. I am an editor after all). If you’re interested in finding out more about this community, head over to Five Minute Friday.
I’m sorry for all you have gone through and am grateful you have had support. May God bless you with more! (I’m your FMF neighbor today!)
🙏🏽 Beautiful piece. “The inglorious feet of the body…” I love and can relate to this image. Have a blessed week to you and your family from an #fmf neighbor.
Beautifully simple. Well chosen words. Praying that you and yours are able to find a place of rest and renewal.
I’m at the #53 spot in FMF.
God bless!