A Wild Ride

She jumps on her keyboard like a kid on his flexible flyer in new white snow and uses what she has, her imperfect hybrid of prose and poetry, a blend of mix of words to communicate her heart, her soul in a five minute race through a life, like the space ship racing back from Mars, with all the stories all the discovery to tell of in a short news blast or bleep or headline, and she realizes that there is a reason she never liked cliff notes, spark notes, condensed telling of long very long beautiful stories.  Stories that tell of chapter after chapter after chapter of the beautiful, the God gifts. She wonders how she could ever, would ever race against a timepiece in her telling of what unimaginable transformation has taken place. She rushes and stumbles and hurries her heart where she knows it would be better to slow and stop and pray and ponder. But she has a short amount of time to tell. So she slows and breaks the chains that tie her like a prisoner to the moving hands of the clock to say that in this place of God created union between the man she knows as husband, the changes…every single last one of them have been the thing, just the thing she needed all along. Each move, each child, each kiss, each hurt. Every sadness, every joy, and every trial. The stress, the loss, the strain, the gain. He knew, the One that brought them out of the sea of humanity into the arms of the other….He knew that she would change Him and He would change Her and that the wild ride down the hill on their flexible flyer would fill them with Joy and a rich rich life of the Beautiful. And they wouldn’t change one thing.

{In full disclosure, I had to CHANGE a letter or two so this piece on Change would not sound like chump change 🙂 I couldn’t let One go uncapitalized when I was talking to well, the One who is Lord. So with one or two minor Changes, this is my five minute Friday writing. Sorry too, that my clock had no hands as it is a computer and that I find it hard to do math in my head while I am racing the clock. GOT GRACE??}

This post is part of a Five-Minute Friday link-up. Today’s word prompt is  CHANGE.

Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for 5-Minute Fridays at Lisa Jo Baker dot com.

16 thoughts on “A Wild Ride

  1. Beautiful, well done. You are so right, the change we think is devastating, is exactly what we need. It is a matter of trust. Love your last lines, “Joy and a rich rich life of the Beautiful. And they wouldn’t change one thing.” A sigh of contentment at a story well written. Thanks.

    1. Maureen, thank you for your visit and your sweet delivery of kind words. I am humbled. Thank you, yes you heard sweet contentment even more…. Pure Joy too. Thank you, friend. Our story is still being written and I thank our gracious God for that.

  2. That was a lovely ride, friend! Beautiful and so true – how do you condense all the change into five minutes?! Five minutes is hard sometimes, but we are really just cracking the door to a longer story and we get to share that one across time and cyberspace. So great!

  3. Oh, thank goodness I am not the only one who thinks this writing against the clock is torture. The words, they come, tumbling over one another and you just want to unleash them and let them flow. I hear you sister. And I love where you ended up on this one…in the ever widening sea of gratefulness, where there is joy and love and beauty. Thank you.

    1. Oh yes and I almost didn’t participate…if you can’t take the heat….. But man I’m glad I did because I have read such beautiful art from others. Yes writing and racing the clock and all that emotion….. a wild combination. Thank you for hearing that “widening sea of gratefulness.” There is more to this story of Joy and such and pain. But time is gracious in the writing life and we have a whole lifetime to write our stories and to live them well and good. to be continued……..

  4. I love the imagery here, “So she slows and breaks the chains that tie her like a prisoner to the moving hands of the clock”.

    And strangely, the clock helps me, because I’m forget to just write, to regurgitate what’s in my head without over-thinking or else I’ll have two words, and that a blog post does not make.

    Love your encouraging heart!

  5. Okay, this I wonder. How you come to my place and leave such beautiful comments about my writing or the message, and then I come here and I think — your writing is amazing. You are a better writer than I. I love how your words flow. They are like poetry, so full of grace and beauty.


  6. I love the way this just spilled out of your heart. Such graceful prose and yet this sense of urgency to “beat the clock” combined to make a beautiful example of the heart wrestling. This was a five minute poem. 🙂
    Beautiful. So glad to read your words here today and count you as a sweet friend. 🙂

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