and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God.
Some more 50-word stories:
Missing. Absolutely, positively gone. No clue.
No, not on my bedside table. Nor my desk, either.
Not my pockets—who would put it there? Linty!
What was I doing before I took it out, set it down?
Where was I?
How can I remember that?
I’ve lost my external memory.
Entwined, sweat-slick, two lovers breathed.
She felt secure, hearing his heartbeat. Perhaps the time had come to trust him completely.