Jim waited for the gentle sounds of birds before getting out of bed. Later he walked through a park with tall trees and grassy slopes. Today he paused where the stream had been dammed to form a pond before crossing the bridge made out of wooden boards.
He knew this wasn’t yet heaven, but rather the beginning of eternity starting afresh each morning if he chose to persevere. Since he knew he had been healed he breathed freely in spite of the lingering manifestations of disease tempting him with doubt.
Jim indeed persevered crossing the narrow bridge of wooden boards powered by the gratitude of his praise.
Denise offers the word “board” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Psalm 150:6, “Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.” (KJV)