When to Call It ________

It’s time again. I do not always get to participate in 5 Minute Fridays, through no one’s fault but my own.

Yet it is a joy stacked on joy when I do sit down, surround myself in stillness, then interrupt with keys tapping.

5 minutes. Free thought. Sometimes incomplete, but always the beginning of something great. For that is what all writing is. The start of something grand, no matter it’s scope.

Don’t forget to come over, set the timer, and link up yourself.

*Disclosure: Today was one of those times, where believe it or not, I wasn’t able to have 5 uninterrupted minutes. Lots of interruptions as soon as I sat down. However, in keeping with accountability, I would stop the timer and restart, per length of distraction. So I’m staying to 5 minutes as best I can. It just may be a bit more jumbled than usual. 🙂 Oh well, c’est la vie, no?



The starch stiff comportment
                                                       icy trails of wake.

When others decide – you are not one desirable of continuing to know.

      For whatever reason          in whichever timing           it is a decision crisp enough to send me squealing “ENOUGH!”

    I’ve had enough of the condescension, scrutiny, belittling.

Doesn’t “eeny, meeny, miney mo” stop in grade school?

   Still….we as a human race are incomparably flawed. And no one is outside the jurisdiction of hurting another, or being hurt in turn.

Not I.

And not you.

     Thus, when I’m able a moment of clarity amidst the ache of such experiences, I know that when I say “enough”, I don’t really mean it.

Because I can’t truly have enough of people.
      Not I.

As deep the wounds, as fresh the sores, as multiple the scars – – I cherish fellowship. I welcome memories of all, for I grow inches and feet by the lessons learned.
     And because my God is a God of beauty-in-ashes, it is all for the best.

Plus…did I mention I, too, am of the human race? I fail. I squint through murky glasses at times. My thoughts are not always of a pure heart.

So enough isn’t really so.      
It is only a measuring tool for when to pour out the dingy at the feet of the Washer, and come back empty yet clean, that I may gather more. He gives me room and supplies to do so.


4 Comments on “When to Call It ________”

  1. Visiting from Five Minute Friday.

    I love your take on the prompt – as much as it may hurt sometimes, I can't have enough of relationships either!


  2. Thank you Carrie! So glad you stopped by!! 🙂 It's funny, isn't it? Loving people, yet sometimes knowing we, too, have a limit. That's when surrender comes in though. Learning all the time. 🙂


  3. Some good thoughts here. We are called to love without limits, to actually never say enough when it comes to relationships. How do I know that? Well, He said to forgive 70 times 7 and then in another place, His word says Love doesn't bear record. So … even when it feels like enough, it's not!


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