Five Minute Friday~Unexpected
It’s Friday! I’m up early, and for the next few minutes at least, the house is quiet. I’ve got just five minutes to let it all loose, these words, that swirl in me at all hours, interrupting my dishwashing and laundry doing, these words that run like a ticker-tape behind my eyes as I try to read books to my children, and comb ponytails into place- Five Minute Friday is about writing, for the pure and simple love of the craft. And oh, how I love the craft. So if you’ve got five minutes, why not pour out some letters onto the page, let them come as they do, saucy and messy sometimes, pure and gently, just let them fall as they may and resist the urge to temper them with your critical red pen.
Joining with Lisa-Jo and many fabulous others to write this morning on the word, Unexpexcted.
It was all unexpected, the way you poured out, the way you orchestrated something that had ben planted months before, but shut down by my own lack of consideration for how you move mountains and raise the dead. How is it I forget the mighty works of your hands, and how do I forget that you want to give gifts to your children? How is it that you surprise me with the unexpected? I have a small faith. I realizes this again anad again. I keep my requests, my prayers so very small, this way of being prevents dissapointments form overtaking me, when the answers may be no- But you are such a big God. You give in sweeping ways and your grace, this unimaginable, unexpected (undeserved!) grace pours out for me again and again and agin…. and I am always stunned. Always amazed at how beautiful the works of your hands are. Unexpected like brown birds peeping inside of buildings, you show up in places I assume you won’t and I sit back and shake my head at my foolishness, at my smallness- at how I have lived stuffing you into boxes and squeezing you in between the bindings of journals, when you are a spirit, a living being who moves and hovers and stirs in and around this tiny planet. You asked me to go, to expect you to meet me there, and for that plane ride, that is all I prayed, that you would just be there, that you would meet me in that place and give me one thing. Vision. And how you have peeled back the scales from my eyes and uncovered the film over my heart-