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Six Sentence Story: Command

I'm joining with Ivy's Six Sentence Stories link-up again today.  I really enjoy this challenge; and find that I am sometimes surprised at where the prompts take me.  I usually base my stories on events from real life, and today's story is no exception.  This week's prompt:  command.



Though, of course, she was not perfect, from the time she was a little girl she had been fairly good about following the rules.  She colored within the lines and generally did what society expected. As she grew, however, she learned to also listen to a quiet voice--some might call it conscience, others guiding light; she preferred Holy Spirit--that sometimes directed her to do things that were a bit outside the ordinary.  Acting on promptings never steered her wrong, but determining where her thoughts originated could be tricky; was her idea some half-baked notion from her own mind, or was it something God was directing her to do? 

That was the question she asked herself as she slowed the car and rolled the window down for the large black man--a stranger to her-- who was waving her down from the side of the residential street (not in her neighborhood).  At his request for a ride to the bus stop, she said a silent prayer, felt calm and at peace, and opened the door.





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  1. That's a prompting i've followed a couple of times, and i've never regretted it.

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  2. I have no doubt that the prompting come from the Holy Spirit - keep listening.

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    1. Julie B. Beck once said, "The ability to qualify for, receive, and act on personal revelation is the single most important skill that can be acquired in this life." I tend to agree with her.

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  3. Conscience and intuitions never lie, just that understanding them is tough...

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  4. And how many times have I wished I did listen to that intuition. Great story, Kristi.

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    1. It's easier to see in retrospect, isn't it?

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  5. like the theme of the Six (especially liked the idea that sometimes, even though we know it's correct to follow our conscience, self-doubt can make it uncomfortable).
    great Six

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  6. Those whisper are so difficult for me to trust. Nice syory!

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  7. Those whisper are so difficult for me to trust. Nice syory!

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