100 Word Stories: Child

Child.

Crusty mouth and maybe a stroke of mischief to match.

He came as one of those kids – the easy laughing but sincere ones.

The small ones and fast ones.

The eager ones and new ones.

Large usually wins. Size muscles to the top.

Squeeze out the little ones.

Yet. Child.

Not prepackaged preaching but did the human thing.

Born, screaming, feeding, asking, child running, scabbed knee Savior.

Scabbed and bruised and knew falling could hurt.

Child only but told stories that were so true they made people angry.

Truth. Nailed. Hung. Rose.

All to stretch the family wide.

 

 

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