It’s been a while since I’ve joined up with Lisa-Jo and the many other writers who celebrate Friday for a writing rejuvenation. It’s 5 minute Friday time! It’s a place where you’re invited to take 5 minutes (actually take a timer out and let the minutes tick to 5), take the writing prompt word, and just let your fingers loose. Unhook your mind from any restrictions, any 6th grade English rules prevent a run-on sentence, and just WRITE. There’s no editing on a 5 minute Friday. It’s raw, real and ready to welcome you.
I’ve missed it.
So today, Lisa-Jo gives us the word AWAKE
I begin my stopwatch…
I think of this word, and I think of intended action.
To be awake, one usually needs to be alert – focused on what’s happening around them. Right? I mean, it’s the opposite of eyes-closed, deep breathing, under-covers dreamland.
But in confession – sometimes I don’t know, if based on that school of thought, how often I’m really awake.
I feel as if I walk through seasons of my life where there is a filter of haze – of eggshell-white fog gliding around, everywhere I look.
I feel as if I were really awake, then I’d have a better focus on things. I’d have all the ten thousand objects others have, juggled better. I wouldn’t be wandering through an uncertain desert, watching life snail by.
But then I know the truth in my heart – that life looks different for everyone.
That God did not create drones or puppets – but that He is a Master of creativity. Of color. Of hue and difference immeasurable.
My life wasn’t created to look like hers. Or his. Or Theirs.
My life was made and fashioned for me. For my Potter’s dreams of what this lump of clay could do for His glory.
So I blink my eyes open a few more thousand times – and I focus harder.
And the vision clears.
Because my eyes meet His. And suddenly I know…I am awake.