This is the post each week
Where I join a community of grace-filled wonders
Over at Lisa-Jo’s.
And we write unabashedly
For five minutes time.
Without editing or backtracking
On one word alone.
This week’s prompt:
His squeals of delight never get old. We run up and down chasing wind currents I’m hoping aren’t imaginary. Trusting one of these passes our dreams will take flight.
We proved that day what glory sounds like: a ripple of nylon in the breeze…
I wanted nothing more than to let out the string some, lay on the top of the hill and watch our handiwork dance. My four year-old had other ideals on how you keep diamonds in the sky.
We skipped circles in the crunchy grass, changing courses with each rotation, when finally the flight came to an end.
He dropped his arm to his side, string still in hand as he said “Oh mom, I wanted it to stay like this forever.”
I’ve never agreed more.
My Savior and I have had this conversation before. And those mountaintop moments will always be my favorite. As I dance in unabashed praise, arms raise as if I’m holding hands in the sky. With glory so sweet I can taste His goodness.
Then life blindsides. Courses change. Grass browns. And I long for what once was.
But as soon as the breeze touches my face, I remember. When I choose to raise my hands again, I feel it.
Yes, son, we’ll have to put the kite away for this next season. But I promise you we’ll have this moment again soon. And we’ll keep having it for a thousand forevers. You’ll see glory again.
After all…He’s promised.
How about you? How do you hold on to His promises of glory? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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