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Friday Fiction: Moving Days

Welcome to my contribution to Fiction Friday, hosted by Dee at My Heart's Dee-Light. Make sure that you head over to her blog and link up with your own fiction. Or, if you just want to read some great fiction (ALWAYS great in my opinion!), head over to Dee's blog and check out the links there.
Hope you don't mind, but I'm featuring another Biblical fiction this week. (I'm missing writing them, I think!) Wrote it for the Faithwriters' challenge, and the topic was "A Man Is Known By the Company He Keeps." Hope it gives you another perspective on this story, and maybe even teaches you a lesson.

Moving Days

"It's not going to work." Exhausted from another day in the pasture, he plopped onto his mat beside his wife.

Judith began scratching his back. "What's the matter?"

"We're going to have to leave."

Judith looked into her husband's eyes. "Again?"

He nodded. "And this time, without the family."

"You're kidding."

"Wish I were."

She sighed. "He's been like a father to you. We've prospered since you started working alongside him. How can you even consider leaving?"

"The land can't support us both. It's practically decimated already. If we travel together again, in no time we'll be in the same situation. My uncle will bring it up in a day or so, and if he doesn't, I will."

Judith leaned into her husband's chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

"It will be hard on the girls especially."

Judith nodded. "Being around their grandparents has been good for them."

He bit his lip. "But it can't be helped. Now, don't worry yourself, Judith. It will all work out."

Judith walked toward the tent flap. "Have you thought about where we'd go?"

He turned toward her. "Not really. Probably should, eh?"

"Might be good."

He walked toward her, took her hand, and escorted her from the tent. The sun was disappearing beyond the horizon. While her husband watched the sunset, Judith's eyes were fixed eastward.

"What if we relocated near Zoar? The land is lush, and the cities quite lavish."

He shifted his gaze toward the plains of Jordan. "The land certainly is thriving. I worry about the people in that region, though." He rubbed his chin.

"Oh, they wouldn't dare harm us, with all your wealth and power." Judith grinned, batting her eyelashes. "And think how much richer we could be with all that grazing land."

"What about the girls? Not sure that kind of influence would be good for them."

Judith snickered. "You let me worry about the children. I'll make sure no harm is done. Think about our lives, our comfort, if we settled there."

"Maybe you're right." He smiled. "It would certainly be a good life."

So Lot chose for himself the whole plain of the Jordan and set out toward the east. The two men parted company: Abram lived in the land of Canaan, while Lot lived among the cities of the plain and pitched his tents near Sodom.*

"But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it."*

Lot knew the angel meant business. He and his companion had practically dragged him, Judith and the girls (ladies, really; though they were still his little girls) out of their homes, out the city gates of Sodom, and toward Zoar - to save them from destruction, they'd said.

Lot was certainly glad Judith had kept her promise. Despite the city's evil and corruption, his daughters had remained pure and obedient. Their betrothed husbands, on the other hand, wouldn't come along, choosing to distrust their father-in-law's doomsday warning.

Perhaps my daughters will be virgins forever. Lot sighed.

Upon reflection, he was glad to be getting out. The profits had been tremendous financially, but the corruption was starting to get to him - especially that incident earlier in the day with the angels. Yes, getting away would be economically devastating, but at least he had his family. He wasn't sure how Judith would adjust, however. He doubted her heart would ever leave the city, no matter its state, or where her physical body might be.

But Lot's wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.*

"We have to go, girls. It's no longer safe in Zoar. We must go to the mountains."

The youngest sobbed. "How will we live, father?"

Lot rubbed her back lovingly. "We'll be fine in the caves. They will keep us dry and protected."

"Father, where will we find husbands?" Lot's older daughter's eyes pierced his. "How will we preserve our family line?"

"I don't know, girls." Lot bit his lip. "I really don't know."

The girls both slowed and walked together, their father a few paces ahead. The older put her mouth to her sister's ear.

"Perhaps we'll have to take things into our own hands."

So both of Lot's daughters became pregnant by their father. The older daughter had a son, and she named him Moab; he is the father of the Moabites of today. The younger daughter also had a son, and she named him Ben-Ammi; he is the father of the Ammonites of today.*

Scripture references, in order:
Genesis 13:11-12
Genesis 19:22
Genesis 19:26
Genesis 19:36-38

Thanks for reading! Be sure to stop by Dee's blog for more great fiction.


  1. I thought the beginning sounded familiar. Your ability to bring to life the stories (which are really history) to life, is amazing.

  2. What a sad story, well written... a good warning to choose to stay far from the ways of the world.

  3. It's stories like this that scare me down to my big toes. Conversly, they also keep me at my Father's side.

    I also admire the way you bring the Bible stories alive on the page. I don't have the confidence to do that.

  4. Ooooh, I think I know this one too. It was very good. I love the way you brought it to life-I think you should write a short one again-SOON!!! ^_^

  5. Well, that's quite a twist ... what if it all went that way? If so, just goes to show the power of a woman's influence!

    Great fiction that has me pondering the worth behind the story. So much we don't know, but love imagining--makes things seem more applicable.


  6. I love your Biblical fiction Jo! Quite a sobering story. Whew. Very sobering.

  7. That last part always makes me think that God must have heaved a sigh when He heard the daughter's plans...not as He wanted, I'm sure. Too much influence of their world in those two...and Lot, well, you'd think he would have learned SOMETHING from his wife turning into a pillar of salt. We human beings...we have that fallen nature evident over and over again! See why we needed Christ?!

  8. I so so so love it! You make Bible characters into the real people they were, bringing them off the pages and into life, faults and all.


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