Here we go again with another “Five Minute Friday” post! To learn more about “Five Minute Friday” (FMF), check out the linked image here. Basically, each week there’s a word given for you to write about. You start writing, no back-tracking, editing, etc. At the end of 5 minutes, you stop. Then you post it, and share in the community of words that were birthed during these 24-ish hours. It’s cool stuff.
So here’s this week’s response to the word: Quiet.
There are so many voices. I love getting up early on purpose, so that I begin the day well – but more than not the day ends up waking me up. A small voice, politely announcing in one way or another -it’s time to wake up. Those are the cute moments.
Fast forward to a moment later in the day, when socks feel funny and shoes don’t fit, and the pants are too loose….no, now too tight…dropping to the floor and screaming like she’s trying on hot lava instead of cotton.
And sometimes, all I ask them for, is a moment of quiet. You – sit on that chair. You – on the couch. You – on the other chair. I exit the room breathing deep, and go give mom a hug – she does this far more than I do. How does she stay sane? 🙂
I’ve always loved quiet. I remember growing up going to camps, and leading worship in bands through college. One of my favorite parts of the week were the mornings when no one else was awake yet. Getting up at 5 or 6am, to go enjoy a few moments in undisturbed nature. To witness creation waking to another day, and begin my day giving thanks to God for it all.
I understand why Jesus was often leaving to be in solitude and prayer. Maybe his disciples sometimes felt like a group of toddlers, all missing the point of what he was up to – and bringing what they thought was most important to him. Telling him their worries. Explaining why the garments of the Kingdom he was offering to them didn’t feel like they fit right….
Grr…..5 minutes is up.
Still…I think I like where that went. 🙂