It’s friday, hallelujah. This week wasn’t quite as difficult as last week (thank God) but it’s been busy. And hot. *gasp* But it’s Friday now, a few of us like to sling words and string sentences together for fun. We turn off the inner critic and we write for five minutes flat. No editing, no second guessing. Link it, share it, and encourage others. Lisa-Jo picks the prompt, today, it’s: Beyond
Go
I slip down the hall peeking in each room, listening to the sweet rythym of deep sleep,their slow, heavy breaths in sync.
I whisper prayers with my hands hovering over them the heat from their tucked-in bodies rises up, brushes againt my palms and I’m full aware that these moments are beyond me.
We whip through our days dashing from chore to chore and errand to errand, and I always forget the eggs I went out for, or the mayonaise and sometimes I forget to pray.
When I stop in the hall, cracking doors a bit, stepping over the clutter and bath towles unhung, I think I should drop right there in prayer, next to strawberry shortcake’s house and the dinosaur I’m careful not to bump (he makes a terrible roar!).
Motherhood treads a path of Holy ground and it’s so far beyond my ability, beyond my expectations, just beyond– and when they’re snuggled between sheets, flush with summer heat, I can only hover my hands above them and pray that God makes me enough–
Stop.
Joining Lisa-Jo and fabulous others for a five minute write. Join us?
