It’s Friday, that means we shake our hair out a bit and take a deep breath, we let some words loose for just five minutes. We don’t edit, we don’t critique, we DO encourage. So lets play, shall we?
Lisa-Jo chooses the prompt and this week, it’s Connect.
We wind through the mountains through patches where cell phones drop calls and radio signals cross and go fuzzy.
The landscape flashes past hilly and wooded, very different from the flatter Ohio I’ve grown accustomed to seeing. The kids wiggle anxious, this is vacation and we’re all aching for a turn in the pool and a nap on a bed someone else gets paid to make for us.
We pack our days here at home to the brim and I realize just two days away from all this noise, how easily we forget to connect. There’s a difference between being with someone and really being with someone. I spend all day with my children and yet on vacation, in a hotel, suddenly I am connecting with them in a way I hadn’t recently.
It’s a strange feeling when you realize you’re missing things right under your nose. My 6 year old suddenly matured over night in some ways. He always adapts well to change, I knew that, but something was different this time. And my 4 year old has a hidden anxiety I hadn’t realized until this trip.
I’m tempted to persecute myself for missing these things that perhaps have been here all along, but instead, perhaps my time would be better spent thanking God for the connection, and learning a bit more about these people in my charge.
Connecting requires intentional effort. It requires focus and conscious listening, hearing the word and reading the faces, the body language, learning the mind of the one you’re linked with.
And so I return home with new missions, new frame of reference, a better understanding of what it is to be with the people I’m with every day.
Joining Lisa-Jo and fabulous others for a five minute write. Join us?