Nailed.

*A note before you read this. After doing an audit of my blog in 2022, I have decided to leave content that speaks to the Christian I was at the time this was written. I no longer identify as Christian (and haven’t for a very long time.) I chose to leave these posts because it is who I was then and it is important to me to be honest and true with every iteration and evolution of self that I experience. I may decide to add comments to the end of posts like this as well

Five Minute Friday.

Writing Prompt:  Remember

Start the timer…now…

Remember sneaking out of my bedroom window. Chilly air. Black hoodie. Meeting my bff and walking around the block again and again talking and giggling.

Sneaking out, thinking I was getting away with something. Climbing out so quietly. Climbing back in without a sound. How many nights did we do this?

Never did we do anything more than walk around the neighborhood. We could’ve talked anytime during the day and could’ve sat on the phone for hours, but yet, we both liked the excitement of sneaking out. The adrenaline rush. It starts early.

And then one night, I pushed the screen out and it didn’t give. It was locked in place somehow. In the morning I rushed out to see what made it stick.

A nail.

A nail for my sin and deceit.

My father had nailed that window shut

And now, hasn’t my heavenly Father also come to the cross, with nails…

(and time’s up.)

(whew. I did NOT expect that.)

and I had to go searching for a photo that would go with that…

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12 thoughts on “Nailed.”

  1. Wow, glad to read your story…mine went a wild direction, too, and I went with it, believing the Spirit was moving and challenging me when I went ahead and clicked that “post” button, instead of saving it as a draft that kept it safe from other eyes!

    But I love how that one nail spoke to you…a nail that speaks to sin and deceit…thank you for listening and being that person your profile declares with such abandon!

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  2. I really like both your “Daddys.” And I love this surprise that came with remembering. You linked after me so I wanted to see what was “up” with you. So glad I did.

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