Tag: 5 Minute Fridays

Nestled In The Here of The Moment

~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 25 Comments

Today is Friday so I am participating in Lisa-Jo’s 5-Minute Friday writing flash mob. We write for five minutes with no editing, no over-thinking and no backtracking. Today’s word from Lisa-Jo is Here. GO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s as if I got a second chance to learn this.

To learn this part of living, this being in the moment, right here.

Being present.

I lived other ways for so long but I woke-up to the right here, right now. The moment that I am living.

Like coming out of hibernation. It is a Rip-Van-Winkle kind of awakening.

When you live and feel and breathe and see everything in its glory right before all your senses.

When you can hear the heart beats around you and smell the baking bread and notice the goose-bumps on your child and see one more laugh line on your husbands face that moved in right beside the aqua blue eyes frame by silver hair.

And you feel awake in the moment, no longer dulled by the numb of being elsewhere.

You feel arms wide open and heart wide open and life wide open.

No longer living in yesterday’s life or racing ahead to tomorrow’s maybe’s, but wholly fully extravagantly exuberantly present living here and now.

And you discover a whole new way of living and a passion for the life you have before you right now, right here.

And its a glorious way to live.

To be awaken by God to be no where but here. And to love it.

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(God grace? A minute or so over losing myself in the right here. Wanted to write and write and write and write.)

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

Beyond Metaphors

~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 8 Comments

Today is 5 Minute Friday where we just write freely for five minutes on a one word prompt. Today’s word is Beyond.. Let’s see…. beyond. Go.

Like launching a rocket into another galaxy or launching a stone from a sling shot.

Like gently tossing a stone on a pond to ripple and skip along its way.

Like sending a carrier pigeon on its way with messages for the world, holding hope on one’s breathe that he arrives, delivers, and returns.

And like a feathered mother on her nest with her owl babies, oh my favorite book, oh the memories of that book and my children in my lap, they and she and me and my trioed tribe.

And its beyond words and metaphors. Its past containment of bounds of language.

Its a language unto itself, a leaving language, a language of beyond the familiar, beyond this home.

Its launching your first born from your nest into the wild, into the blue, into the great beyond this place called home. Into that place called other.

And though you knew it was coming its beyond mother-human comprehension how it would ever feel, when he has a life, a church, a home, a refrigerator filled with 25 cent yogurt, and he is way beyond your four walls.

And he is standing upright.

And somehow the world still spins on its axis and the sun still rises and sets.

And you know there is nothing out there that can catch up, equal or surpass a mother’s love.

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(disclaimer- grace required a minute or so over as a mother’s heart gushed past 5 minutes. Thanks for the grace, friends.)

Linking up today for 5 Minute Friday’s with Lisa Jo Baker dot com.

Eyes To See Like He Sees

~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 10 Comments

{Today I am linking up over at Lisa Jo’s for some fun on Friday. Today we are writing for five minutes on the word prompt see. No editing, no over thinking, just writing for five minutes. Come see what the fun is all about at The Gypsy Mama’s blog. Ready, go, write}

I see him there.  Yes right there working through this preparation to go off to camp, no its not off to war.  We had dinner with a friend this week, he’d just gotten that call.  You know the dreaded one, his nephew had just been shot in Afghanistan.  No its not that.

The eyes of my head see the mess, the struggle, the confusion, the ADHD still there tangling up the processes of life.

Messy messes and turmoil.  No organization.  Upheaval.  The eyes of my heart know that it is this.

I have seen this for years now, how it challenges and entangles and strangles.

Today he leaves for camp and I will see through blurry eyes a child soon to be a man, in months now, walking out the door to be a counselor, to help others.

And I know that when he walks back in the door I will see transformation and change. I will see maturity and new talents and experiences that have jumped on his back for the trip back home.

But more than anything while he is gone, I want to learn to see him through the eyes of God.  To see past and through and deeply down into his inner places of hurt and pain, the way God sees.

Kingdom eyes please give me the eyes to see like You.

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