So here we go again......linking up with Lisa Jo from Gypsy Mama for 5 Minute Fridays.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Won’t you join us?
READY, SET, GO!
I step from the shower and stand in front of the mirror, drinking in each dimple, sag, freckle, and curve. Starting from my crooked toe and letting my eyes wander upward. I want to judge, to condemn, to imagine an outward appearance that is more pleasing. I am still. I am staring deeply into my own eyes, and beyond, and then I smile. I recognize the pooch in belly that carried three beautiful babies, the crows feet that form when I crinkle my eyes while smiling, and the laugh lines that are etched from happiness, and I grow in love for the beauty marks that decorate me.
I look across the muddy footprints on a freshly mopped floor, left by little boys who have just raced through the front door and out the back chasing each other through imaginary adventures. I want to yell, point out the dirt, but I don't. I just breathe, and I grow in patience.
I tip toe silently into a hospital room, observing wires and machines, listening to her shallow breaths and cries of pain. I stand frozen, watching. I am scared, and angry and part of me wants to walk away, but I don't. I close my eyes and pray. I take her hand into mine and I stroke her hair, and I grow in forgiveness.
I pass him on the street, and I look away. I hold my breath to avoid his stench. I am afraid of his brokenness, his instability, his life. Days go by, and our paths cross again. This time I look up and meet his gaze, I reach out my hand to offer a few dollars. He smiles and offers a handshake and his name. I smile and begin to walk away, but not before he says God Bless You, and I grow in acceptance.
I give orders and set rules. I schedule and plan. I maintain while I control. I carve out time and I silence myself. I breathe in. I open my heart. I look up. I get lost in his word. I pray. I grow in Christ.
Beautiful...the ways we grow when Christ is alive in us and working through us. May I grow in these same ways, too-
ReplyDeleteBlessed for having been here tonight-
Thank YOU
~Stacy