Five Minute Fridays, I’ve missed you. And it’s only been two weeks.
I’ve missed writing without worrying if it’s right or not.
I’ve missed the community that does the same
Over at Lisa-Jo’s.
So today, amongst thermometers and crumpled tissues,
I’ll write what comes my way
in five minutes time.
On one word alone:
Bright rays peek through the canvas curtain and I roll away in denial, always asking for more. More rest. More quiet. More mercy. The robin outside continues her serenade and it doesn’t take long for me to remember: I signed up to receive new mercies every day. What grace.
My toes find the frieze beneath and nestle in as I stretch my hands heavenward. I find glimpses of what I’m looking for as my muscles find their strength. My head tilts back to follow the path of my palms and I breathe in deep, inhaling the new day.
Remaining limbs follow suit as I continue to reach and finally rise upright in pure surrender. I smile within as I contemplate how each morning instinctively finds me in the posture of worship.
The stretch of surrender.
Father, thank You for letting me face the dawn again. This day’s for You. Have Your way with me.
I grab hold and peel back the curtain of darkness. And feel His response right then and there as the warmth dries my sleep and sends color to my cheekbones.
I’m with you, child. Every step of the way. We’ll do this day together.
Friends, each new dawn I get to begin anew. And I pray every morning I continue to reach high and grab hold of my lifeline while submitting my day in the sacred stretch of surrender.
How about you? How do you begin your day? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
Say, are we friends on Facebook? I’d love to be…