I know, I know, it's not Friday. It's Saturday (again) but that's when I'm able to write a bit more spontaneously in the quiet of my house while sipping coffee in my pajamas. So forgive me for being late to the party (as usual).
Lisa Jo gives a prompt every Friday and women around the globe unite as they write for five minutes on this same prompt word. During these five minutes I fight back the urge to edit, to rewrite, to check spelling and let the words flow. Five minutes goes quickly. Today's (or yesterday's word, if you want to get technical) is STRETCH.
Last weekend, after working in the bee hives, I took off my mud boots and bee jacket as the warm morning sun deemed necessary. I grabbed my camera and found a place to sit just a few feet from the hives. The sun was warm but the breeze was cool. In the quiet I watched my bees, snapped a few photos and pondered how God had brought us through this summer. This summer which will most likely be remembered as the "Summer of the Accident". Though more accurately could be named the "Summer of His Goodness" or the "Summer of His Faithfulness" or the "Summer He Drew Us SO Close to Him".
As I tossed my head back with eyes closed to the radiate sun, I stretched my arms to the heavens. I welcomed Him. I stretched out my arms in supplication. Lord, use me! Lord, take me! Here I am.
Lisa Jo gives a prompt every Friday and women around the globe unite as they write for five minutes on this same prompt word. During these five minutes I fight back the urge to edit, to rewrite, to check spelling and let the words flow. Five minutes goes quickly. Today's (or yesterday's word, if you want to get technical) is STRETCH.
Last weekend, after working in the bee hives, I took off my mud boots and bee jacket as the warm morning sun deemed necessary. I grabbed my camera and found a place to sit just a few feet from the hives. The sun was warm but the breeze was cool. In the quiet I watched my bees, snapped a few photos and pondered how God had brought us through this summer. This summer which will most likely be remembered as the "Summer of the Accident". Though more accurately could be named the "Summer of His Goodness" or the "Summer of His Faithfulness" or the "Summer He Drew Us SO Close to Him".
As I tossed my head back with eyes closed to the radiate sun, I stretched my arms to the heavens. I welcomed Him. I stretched out my arms in supplication. Lord, use me! Lord, take me! Here I am.
Beautiful! (And don't worry about being late! It's the participation itself that matters.)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your thoughts on what the Lord has been doing this summer. Coming by from Five Minute Friday.
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