Lisa-Jo offers the challenge week after week: take
a measly five minutes and write. No over thinking, no backtracking, no ‘wait,
that’s not spiritual enough, and I can’t share that in cyber city’ mentality.
Only writing. Writing for five minutes and risking the outcome. {and don’t forget to spend some time commenting
on the post of the person who linked up just before you.}
This week's prompt- Fall
When I first glanced at the word, I was reminded
of last fall. A handful of grown-ups
all trying to heed God's call took in a school full of children. Children that
loved Jesus, even in all their awkward worship and insecure prayers. Last fall we welcomed them. In nine months we fell head-over-heels for them. Yesterday we said
goodbye. And next fall we'll start
again, just a little more wise, and lot more like the Savior.
Then last night my son came in to hug me, and we marveled
at just how God knit and fashioned us- to hug neck to neck, face tucked into
shoulders, falling into one another
just so. He's still eleven, and he never ceases to tell me he loves
me more and offer remindful embraces. I'd fall in love with him over and over, this boy of mine.
Then there is the fall of course, and the only way to battle that dilemma is to fall head first in love with Jesus
Himself, the one who fell to the
ground and died that we might live. The One who lost His life and then took it
up for eternal life. For yours and mine. The one who gave up all and became the
Perfect Man, defeating death by his own.
And don't be ignorant concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others
who have no hope. Because those who are alive and remain until the coming of
the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. And I am reminded of
Nancy. And of the family left behind, left to continue living this life. And I
pray they too have fallen for the
"only One worth living for," and are comforted by the God of all
comfort and the Father of mercy. That they would see their loved one again. That
they would not fall into temptation,
but be delivered from the evil one.
Now head over to The Gypsy Mama's site to visit other 'Five Minute Fridayers.' Be amazed at where one word can take a community of writers, and leave some encouraging feedback. Most importantly, it's your turn, go fall onto a chair, and let your thoughts fall into a keyboard. Then share them with us.
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