This is the time I allow myself each week.
To let my hair down and simply share with you.
Share what my heart bleeds in 5 minutes time
after hearing a word prompt from the amazing Lisa-Jo.
No editing, no backtracking,
no need to make this post perfect, frilly, or wrapped in a bow.
It’s just me. Unedited.
This week’s word prompt:
I’m certain Heaven is the temperature it was today. Low 70’s with a soothing breeze soft enough to ensure it doesn’t drown out the chatter of chickadees. I breathe in deep as I see God’s artwork today painted meticulously in colors one could try to describe for days but would never get exactly right.
It was his breath catching that brought me back down to the task at hand. My boy climbing a tall piece of playground equipment.
“Mom, I need your help to get down. This is not good. I need dad.”
My heart splits in two as I try to determine which direction my mind will follow. For conquering fear is a fickle thing to try to teach a toddler. I encourage him to press on. Remind him of the fun adventure awaiting him at the goal line.
But bravery is not to be his middle name today.
I see relief flood his face when he makes eye contact with my better half. Dad, his hero, stepping in to save his day. And confidence begins slowly building back towards the starting line once again.
Oh, Father…that’s me, isn’t it. I start climbing with confidence in the path You lay before me when suddenly I panic. Distractions make me look wayward. Doubt slips in. Fear soon follows and blinds the goal from my sight–You.
It seems bravery is only met while glancing forward. And in that focus you blind out that which doubt tries to pass off as common sense.
Jesus, help me to stay focused. Keep my gaze on gridlock. I don’t need to see the way. I don’t need to know how I’ll get there. I just want to trust You will catch me if I fall. For when I meet the gaze of my Father, nothing can stop me. Fear cannot penetrate me. Bravery becomes my middle name.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.