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by ruwth
Rated: 18+ · Book · Experience · #2145363
I will be adding stories & reflections as time marches on. Take a gander today!

Contest Entries for 2018 - 2021

"The Contest Challenge Participant
"I Write in 2018 Participant
"I Write in 2019 Participant
"I Write in 2020 Participant


2021 and onward: Inspired Writing

"I Write: Enter the Second Decade Participant




This mixed collection contains fiction, non-fiction, prose, and poetry. Entries vary in length from very short to one that is over 3000 words.

53 entries written in 2018:

53 entries written in 2019:

43 entries written in 2020

2 entries written in 2021

Entries written in 2022



NOTE: All Titles with ~ ~ are either non-fiction or based on a true story.


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January 8, 2023 at 12:41pm
January 8, 2023 at 12:41pm
#1042821
Haggai

Jezebel in Kings

Daniel Lions Den

Joseph

Esther

Jeremiah 22




~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~




December 31, 2022 at 3:12pm
December 31, 2022 at 3:12pm
#1042409

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Your Better Nature Contest  [E]
A celebration connecting with the natural world around us.
by Bob'n Around


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SENIOR CENTER FORUM  [ASR]
The Place for Seniors!
by Monty


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~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~




September 23, 2022 at 5:46pm
September 23, 2022 at 5:46pm
#1038047


Have you seen this trinket:




I like big books #2233315 created that trinket for me in 2018. She created a bunch of trinkets for that party—one for each suspect. Then, if I remember correctly, the trinkets were hidden throughout the site. Well, you know me:



I found all those trinkets! *Laugh*

She made one of my character as my prize for that significant accomplishment! The words inside were my suggestion. I stayed in character and referenced a comment made on one of the episodes of Murder She Wrote. The bolded words at the end can be recognized by any die-hard Murder She Wrote fan.

(If you are reading this and recognize1 the words in bold at the end of the message inside that trinket, drop me a line and I will toss some gift points your way...)

Anyways, all those trinkets I like big books #2233315 created in 2018 are visible in my item: "Jessica Fletcher (a.k.a. ruwth). They are visible but I don't think they are collectible there and I am not sure if they can still be found hidden around WdC. If you find out, please let me know and I will update this entry.

Now on to tell you more about me and the Masquerade Parties over the years...

My first experience was in 2013: "Wdc 13th Birthday Masquerade Ball. I had not yet created this image of my character and I had no signature. I did have fun though. In fact, that first year, I killed someone.

You can read about it here: "*Info*No longer a party. A guest is dead!"  .

I don't think I asked I like big books #2233315's permission ahead of time. I did ask Jeffrey Maine if it was okay if I killed him off in my narrative. Not sure why I decided I wanted to do it, I just got really caught up in the mystery. *Laugh*

I chose Paul Bunyon (a.k.a. Jeffrey Maine) because he had totally stopped participating in the activity. I think "*Info*No longer a party. A guest is dead!"   might be the most creative thing I wrote for any of the parties I attended.

I sat out the next few parties and then decided to come back to "Wdc 18th Birthday Masquerade Party in a big way: I created this image:

Jessica enjoys WdC's Birthday Masquerade Party in September! You should try it, too!


Initially, the image had a border at the bottom that said something like "Jessica is attending the 18th Masquerade Party". When I decided to join folks at "Wdc 19th Birthday Masquerade Party, I edited that part out of the image. Now, the image works for any of the Masquerade Parties. During the party, clicking on the Jessica Fletcher image will take you to the current party. Now that the party is over for the year, clicking on the image takes you to "Jessica Fletcher (a.k.a. ruwth).

In 2019 I created a popnote list for folks to use: *Starbl*What's This Popnote List? from Wdc 19th Birthday Masquerade Party . I actually created it for me to use and shared it with everyone. I have done something like this a few times. In 2013, it was just the suspect list: "*Info*Jessica takes a second look at her invitation..."  . These two listed all party participants: Jessica finally arrives... from Wdc 20th Birthday Masquerade Party!  and *Idea*Jessica gets prepared for sleuthing... from Wdc 22nd Birthday Masquerade Party 

In 2020, I struggled to participate because of having to work during the party. My best post from 2020 was probably my sum-up post: "*Starbl*Jessica reviews her notes..."  . I actually created this post to try and help me (a.k.a. Jessica Fletcher) solve the mystery. It didn't work but I was impressed with my summation. *Wink*

I liked it enough that I tried to do it this year—and failed! At least I did not fail as badly as I did last year. "Re: Some Delicate Detective Work"   was my ONLY post for the WdC 21st Birthday Masquerade Party. *FacePalm*

My lack of participation last year had prompted me to plan to take time off work this year. I had intended to at least take the first week of September off but I did not get to do that because of the mess with my license and my lack of work in July.

I did my best to post this year but a horrible thing happened...

Actually, it wasn't a horrible thing. It was a wonderful thing but it had a disastrous affect on my own participation. The guest were writing, writing, writing—storylines galore. I could not keep up with the suspects much less everyone else!

Then I made my most serious mistake: I thought the party lasted THREE WEEKS. I was planning on coming back after my nights working and catch up on my reading and interacting. I came back and discovered "Congratulations!"   by I like big books #2233315 . Brooke was announcing the winner—and it wasn't me. *Frown*

What did I do? I (Jessica) called Seth: "Jessica missed the end of the party this year..."   and then closed with "Re: just wait til next year..."  .

What am I doing now? Well, I am waiting for next year's party. Hopefully, I will have more time and energy next year. I also need to ramp up my creativity if I am to keep up with the clever folks who write, write, write with such amazing imaginations!

For the moment, I have moved on to "I Write: Enter the Second Decade. I needed to have two green entries. This entry might be a bit odd but it was all I could muster right now.

If you are my "I Write" reviewer, I have sympathy for you. You can see how Sum1 handled reviewing a similar entry:
Review of "ruwth is writing..." .

If you visit the many links, let me know—that would definitely earn you a merit badge! *Wink*



~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~




Footnotes
1  Please notice I am saying "if you recognize the phrase"—gift points are not intended for folks who google the answer.

May 4, 2022 at 6:39pm
May 4, 2022 at 6:39pm
#1031927

Inspired by the song Ironic by Alanis Morissette. ("Note: 48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt Deadl...")

The very first thing that came to my mind was Beaufort, South Carolina, summer of 1974. I was 22 that year, a single mom with two little kids and a full ride to the University of South Carolina. My major was psychology. I had straight A's. My books, tuition and childcare paid for.

But, when I was heading to class, my friends were heading to the beach. I could have easily lived on the beach, salty wind blowing through my hair.

But, I was plugging along studying—for a while. Until a thought presented itself in my mind's eye. I saw myself down the road, after years of not going to the beach, I finally had my diploma in hand—only to get hit by a Mack truck and die.

I made the decision it was not worth the sacrifice. I quit school and headed to the beach...

Ironic, isn't it?






~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~










April 17, 2022 at 3:00pm
April 17, 2022 at 3:00pm
#1030897




~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~




April 4, 2022 at 12:00pm
April 4, 2022 at 12:00pm
#1030049
A blackout poem is when a poet takes a marker to already established text and starts redacting words until a poem is formed. The key thing with a blackout poem is that the text AND redacted text form a sort of visual poem.

You might call mine a grey-out poem. The redacted words are in a grey font. The lines of the poem are in bolded grape.



My Black-Out Poem:

John quotes Jesus as saying:

Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you. And when he comes, he will convict the world concerning sin and righteousness and judgment:

concerning sin, because they do not believe in me; concerning righteousness, because I go to the Father, and
you will see me no longer; concerning judgment, because the ruler of this world is judged.

I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.When the Spirit of truth comes,he will guide you into all the truth, for he will not speak on his own authority, but whatever he hears he will speak, and he will declare to you the things that are to come.He will glorify me, for he will take what is mine and declare it to you. All that the Father has is mine; therefore I said that he will take what is mine and declare it to you."
   Original quoted from the English Standard Version of the Bible.




The 7 lines of the poem:

I tell you the truth
the Helper will convict the world
you will see me no longer
I still have things to say
the Spirit of truth will glorify me,
he will take what is mine and
he will declare it to you.





~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~


Prompt: Find a form of poetry you've never written before and both describe it and write an example.

Form chosen: Black-Out Poetry.

Written for "The Whatever Contest." *Right* "The Whatever Contest -- Closed for Now

Line Count:7 lines



January 24, 2022 at 11:34pm
January 24, 2022 at 11:34pm
#1025330

Trust GOD at all times!
JESUS is LORD!


When you write, you sometimes surprise yourself. I started this entry a few days ago. I had intended to write about text messages on my phone. The two bolded lines above exactly as they are displayed is actually my signature for text messages.

It has been interesting to have it as my signature. It is so much a part of my life, I forget it is attached to every text I send. Some folks don't realize at first that it is a signature.

Just recently, I sent a Happy Birthday text to my grandson who is around ten. It just had the words "Happy Birthday" followed by my signature. He responded, "Thank you and will."

It took a second for me to realize the "and will" part. I tell you, this granny's heart was blessed when I realized my grandson was responding to my signature. Then he send another text, "JESUS is LORD" and it filled my heart with joy.

He should have remembered it was my signature. He did figure it out when I texted him a birthday message in 2020. Sadly, looking back, I have only texted him on two occasions: his birthday in 2020 when he got his first phone and this year. I don't like communicating via text messages but maybe I need to put forth an effort to do so since that is the way kids tend to talk, eh?

As I mentioned in my first paragraph, there are other things about my signature I had intended to write about but when I came back to this entry and saw my signature displayed here, my own signature blessed me.

I am feeling sad today because of some drama between me and my middle daughter. I have used an apartment at the back of her house as a place to sleep when I work. My home is too far away and my little RV is getting pretty run down. I have not driven in back and forth since my daughter bought this house about a year and a half ago. I have simply used this apartment between shifts.

I have never called this my home. I have never "moved in". I have a box spring and mattress that I sleep on and a table and chair I use when writing with my laptop. I set my schedule up so that I go home every other week so I split my time between here and my house.

Even though this apartment is attached to her house, because I take care of COVID patients, I don't get to spend time with her and her family. The only one I get to see and interact with is their dog, Daphne. She is an Airedale terrier—and I will dearly miss her.

Why will I miss her, you ask? Because my daughter is making me "move out".

We haven't been fighting or anything. In fact, there has been very little interaction between her and I since her in-laws moved in with her in October 2020. We simply disagreed on how much I should pay her.

We had initially agreed to end this arrangement the end of March but she changed her mind and decided she wants me to move out now. So that is what I am doing. Tonight is my last night here. When I finish writing this, I will load up the last of my things and leave.

I was ready to do that when I opened this entry to write my story about my signature and what did I see? The message at the top of the page:

Trust GOD at all times!
JESUS is LORD!


My signature often serves as a reminder to me in the midst of the trials of life. It did that again today as I read those words. I ended up with a different story than the one I planned but it is a good message for me and so very timely. Jesus is Lord no matter what circumstances I find myself in and I can always trust God—so can you. *Heart*





~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~


Word Count: 1084
Written for "I Write: Enter the Second Decade


January 22, 2022 at 8:42pm
January 22, 2022 at 8:42pm
#1025208


~ Lord-Willing ~


Have you ever read something on my Newsfeed and seen this: (LW)?

LW are not my initials. LW is my way of saying, "Lord-Willing".

Why would I say LW (Lord-Willing)?

Well, it is based on some verses in the New Testament of the Bible, specifically in the fourth chapter of the book of James.

The other day, I ran a Newsfeed Activity. I intended to come back twenty-four hours later and roll the virtual dice and award a Merit Badge. The participants are probably wondering if I have forgotten them. I haven't.

Fortunately, I did not promise to roll the dice the next day. Life interfered with my plans and I have yet to gather the names and follow through with awarding the prize.

That is how life is.

James reminds us we don't know what the morrow holds. We don't even know if we will draw our next breath. As I am writing this, I intend to finish it but I do not know that will happen. I do not know if I will live to see it done.

James goes on to say, "ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that."

I believe James is right. I like to follow his advice. One way I choose to acknowledge my limited knowledge of what the future holds by adding LW here and there. Another thing I do sometimes is to say, "I intend to..."

I created a note the other day that said: "Entries I intend to write soon..." When I say or write "I intend", in reality, I am really saying, "Lord-Willing".

At work, I feel a bit self-conscious saying, "Lord-Willing" so I use an old expression, "Lord-Willing and the creek don't rise." I say this so often that some of my co-workers have begun to say it as well.

Even when I don't say "Lord-Willing", I very often will think it even when I say something simple to my patients like "I'll be back..."

What is the point of all this? For me it is being aware of what James says: "For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away." It is acknowledging God's power and my limitations. It carries with it a sense of humility versus being too proud and boastful.

I like doing this and I intend to do it more... *Wink*




~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~



Word Count: 409
Written for "I Write: Enter the Second Decade


January 19, 2022 at 5:37am
January 19, 2022 at 5:37am
#1025015
It was a miracle and it happened during a very emotionally painful time during my last marriage.

Something I have learned over the years, strong emotional responses to current day situations often mean there is a painful, unresolved issue needing to be healed.

I can't remember exactly when I first learned this but I do clearly recall one time this fact impacted my life.

Actually, it was not a single incident that triggered my pain. I have been married more than once. I sought marriage counseling with two different husbands. In both of these relationships, my spouse was not honest when we met with the counselor.

As we would meet to discuss the problems in our relationship, I would try very hard to be honest about my own role in our difficulties but my honesty was not met in kind. In fact, the men I was married to sometimes outright lied to the person trying to help us.

I found this very trying. It stirred up painful emotions and upset me a lot.

One of these relationships ended before I gained insight or perspective about what was happening for me. In the midst of the turmoil during the other relationship, I realized my strong emotional response to the lies was touching on a buried hurt but I did not know what was buried. I sought God.

I remember lying on my face before God and telling Him, "God, I am having such a strong reaction to this, I know there must be something in me that needs healed. Please help me to see what it is."

As I laid there on my living room floor with my eyes closed, I was taken back in time. I remembered a time when my mother got very angry with me and yelled at me, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

She then stormed off leaving me sitting on the steps in front of our house in tears.

My mother had gone to the Skillmans house. She was visiting Flossie and the Skillman girls walked down to our house and found me crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"My mother hates me."

"Your mom doesn't hate you."

"Yes she does. She told me so."

The girls left but soon returned with my mother in tow.

"I never said I hated you." she claimed.

"Yes you did"

"No I didn't. I said I hate it when you act like that."

She was lying. That wasn't what she said. She was lying because she didn't want to look bad in front of the neighbor girls.

My memory ended there but I could see the similarity between this memory and my husband's lies. Both my mother and my husband lied to cover up their bad behavior.

I got up from my time in prayer expecting that to be the end of it but it wasn't. The insight did not bring healing and my husband's lies still triggered a large amount of emotional pain.

That pain brought me to my knees again—actually, prostate on the floor again crying out to God for emotional healing of this pain.

I again relived the day my mother yelled at me, "I hate you! I hate you! I hate to you!". I relived the whole thing again but this time, when my mother denied her actions and what she said, in my mind's eye, I yelled at her, "You are lying!"

I then got up from my prayer feeling a bit shaken but believing this experience would yield a healing for me.

I was wrong. The next day, I found myself once again lying on my living room floor in tears. Once again, I cried out to God. Once again I relived the day she told me she hated me. Once again, she lied.

This time the story had a different ending. When she lied, in my mind's eye, my twelve year old self abruptly PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE!!!
Punch! Punch! Punch!

Well, to say I was shaken does not begin to describe my feelings that day. Punching my mother in the face while I was in prayer. Oh, my!!!

Well, that was shocking but did it bring the healing I sought? No.

The next day, I was on the floor seeking God again. Begging for healing of this memory.

Again, I relived the whole experience. But this time, when my mother lied, my twelve year old self said, "You are lying. You are lying to cover up what you did wrong." In my mind's eye, I said this quietly but firmly.

As I finished the statement, it was as if the clouds in the sky opened and a beam of sunlight shined down on me. As I sat in that column of light, it was as if God spoke to me and said, "I know."

"I know she is lying. I know what really happened. I know."

Healing happened for me that day. The next time my husband lied in a therapy session, instead of having an emotional reaction, I sat back on the loveseat and placed myself in that column of light. God knew and that made all the difference.



~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~




Written for "I Write: Enter the Second Decade
Word Count: 863 Words
January 12, 2022 at 6:27am
January 12, 2022 at 6:27am
#1024534
Trigger Warning: mentions rape.

"And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son." John 14:13

I clearly remember the first time I read that verse. I was about ten years old. I had memorized the 23rd Psalm, the 100th Psalm and the books of the Bible and our church awarded my efforts with a Bible of my own.

I was reading it in Sunday School. I am not sure what the lesson was about. I wasn't paying attention, I was reading my new Bible. That was when I stumbled upon this verse.

I remember thinking with astonishment: Whatever I ask?. I knew that was an amazing promise—an unbelievable promise. And yet, I did believe it.

Before Sunday School was dismissed, I called my teacher over and showed her the verse I was so excited about. I asked, "What does this mean?" because it sounded too good to be true.

She said, "Oh, it doesn't mean what it says."

Well, to this day, I am surprised by her answer but it did not matter, I still believed it. I believed it so much I started asking in His Name.

When I was faced with a test at school, I would pause, say a brief prayer asking for God's help with the test, and my prayer would include these words: "God, Jesus said whatever I ask in His Name that he would do that the Father might be glorified through the Son. I ask this in Jesus' Name. Amen."

I just realized as I wrote this, I didn't just tack "In Jesus' Name" at the end of my prayer. I quoted the Scripture back to God as I prayed.

Anyways, I did really well on my tests. Was it just my natural ability or did I get an extra boost from my prayers? Well, I bet by now you know what I believe.

As a teenager, I ran away from home. The police would always find me and bring me back. This one day as I was walking up over a hill on the edge of town I prayed for help and included the words mentioned above. Something different happened that day. The police did find me again but instead of taking me directly home, they took me to talk to a social worker who asked the right questions and realized why I was running away. That night, I was placed in a foster home with loving and kind foster parents. It was one of the best things that could have happened to me at that point of my life. I got a glimpse of normal family life.

In July 1973, I quoted John 14:13 in prayer to God in a much more serious moment. I was driving to visit my mother on a pretty summer day. I was wearing a dress because of my sister having made a comment the last time I was there. On the earlier visit I was wearing my standard outfit: faded jeans, one of my dad's old button up white shirts and was sans makeup. My sister commented: , "Oh my, you didn't have to dress up for us."

Well, on that day in July, I was dressed to the nines. I can still picture the brightly colored dress I wore that day. I can only picture it because the police never returned it to me. It might still be in an evidence locker somewhere but I am getting ahead of myself.

The very serious conversation I had with God that day started with me picking up a hitch-hiker. He was a black man with a walking stick hitching on a very hot July day. Someday, I will write in more detail about what happened but for this story, I will stick to the in Jesus' Name part. It is hard for me to share this because I know many women in my situation have prayed without the positive results I had. Please know, if that is you and you are reading this, you have my heart felt condolences—I am so sorry that happened to you.

Here is a very brief version of what happened to me: On a back country road, he started grabbing my keys from the ignition as I was driving and punching me. I fought at first but then thought, "He is stealing my car and I am letting myself get punched over a car?" I decided he could have the little Mazda I was driving if he wanted it and allowed him to push me out of the car.

As he drove off, I remember being out in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road thinking, "He stole my car." I picked myself up, dusted myself off and started walking toward a main intersection. Sadly, as I was walking, I saw him walking back toward me. He dragged me into the woods.

Initially, I tried to fight him off. I slapped and pulled his hair. He slapped me back so hard I almost lost consciousness. At that point, I stopped fighting but continued to physically resist him. I also tried to reason with him. Back then, the blacks I knew honored their mothers, protected their sisters and were brought up in church. I used all these points to try and convince him to stop. I am sure through it all I was praying and begging God for help. When none of this helped, I began to pray aloud.

I prayed aloud: "God, It says in the Bible, "Whatever I ask in Jesus' Name that he would do that the Father might be glorified through the Son. I ask in Jesus' Name that You stop this." I didn't stop there, I had a heart to heart with God, "God, either this is true or the Bible is not true." or words to that effect.

After struggling for hours, the fellow suddenly stopped and got up. I jumped up and said the stupidest thing, "Why are you stopping?" His answer was: "Because you really are a Christian."

Later that day, circumstances led to his arrest. I must admit, I did believe in Jesus, I had accepted Him as my Saviour as child but I seldom read the Bible, I did not attend church regularly and I did not live a godly life at that time. But I did pray in Jesus' Name and, that time, the results were remarkable. Even when I am not faithful, He is faithful. (Again, my heart felt condolences for anyone who has suffered a rape. I do not know why God chose to spare me that day. I wish no one ever had to experienced being violated in that way.)

Anyways, over the rest of my adult life, I have continued to pray in Jesus' Name but it has gone beyond just quoting the scripture and tacking on the phrase "In Jesus' Name, Amen." Years ago, I heard someone teaching that Jesus allowing us to ask in his name was sort of like one of us giving someone a signed blank check to our bank account. We would be giving them access to everything in the account. Jesus is doing something similar for us. That teaching broadened my perspective of what it means to ask in His Name.

Finally, in my own walk with God, I began to see it differently. When I ask in Jesus' Name, I am asking in His stead. As I pray for someone or something, I am standing in the place of Jesus and my words become His Words. As I ask in this way, I find myself thinking about what Jesus would want in a particular situation. I hold His Will in mind as I ask in His Name. I also use the privilege with respect. I might ask God in prayer for a good parking place but I would not likely ask that prayer in Jesus' Name.

So, if you are a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ, ask in His Name and He will do it that the Father would be glorified through the Son. *Heart*


~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~


Word Count:1358
Written for "I Write: Enter the Second Decade







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