It’s Friday, and I’m meeting up with the community of Five Minute Friday at the Gypsy Mama for some free writing. Here are the rules: follow the prompt, no extreme editing, write for five minutes flat and encourage the person who linked up just before you.
Today’s word is WIDE.
I read this week that God is within all, but not enclosed. That he is so spacious and roomy that in him each may find a place without crowding.
And these are words straight to my heart, where passions to make a difference for the poor, to be a reconciler, to be a writer, to be an encourager to women, to be a mama of intention with focus and hanging in there love seem to rattle and shake against each other.
I’m feeling my heart — messy, small and peeled wide and my vision attuned to this space right here.
For there’s the part of me that picks up the acorn and marvels again at the flaky brown beret and enters into the world of a little child with a necklace. And there are the parts that want to go out there and tell the stories of forgotten ones and the cast to the side, and want to get hands dirtier, and I just can’t do enough.
This week, I’m remembering that God leads all, and I’m seeing the small to see the big.
To see the hurt and wonder of right here to have compassion, vision and hope for out there.
More than necklaces and acorns, I feel the pain of this daily life with its mundane and its anguish, pushing walls. And I hear the pain in the voice of a woman on the playground, whom I’ve never met before, and she tells me her story and cries, and I do with her.
Because I know the struggle, and so my heart breaks open a bit more for her, for me. For the wide world.
Note: Thoughts from the first paragraph are inspired by Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking on Water and The Message, Colossians 1, respectively.