I love Five Minute Fridays. It is a way of getting out of the perfectionism of trying to say just the right thing. Sometimes, that need to write the perfect blog can get in the way of my words, so I started following The Gypsy Mama a while back. It took me a few times to really learn to do this, but it has become a time of the week that I cherish. I get to write just how I feel, without worry or perfection. Without trying to be profound or better than anybody else. This is the time of the week that I write for the joy of simplicity. I write for myself. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Just painting with words. For only five minutes. We just write, without worrying about whether it is just right or not. Then click over and share HERE.
The prompt this week is: NEW
I bury my nose in her hair and breathe in her newness. Her soft skin, her sweet smell, her mewling cry, her tiny dimple. I cuddle, I hold, I cherish. She grasps little fingers around my own and clings tightly even in her sleep.
I look at her with joy and wonder. This sweet new daughter of my daughter. Flesh from flesh that I bore. This spirit that has so recently come from Heavenly Father's care.
I am amazed all over again at the wonder of birth. At the marvel of joy that comes from pain. At the contentment that fills my heart as I hold on tight to such a new little infant. I am overwhelmed with feelings that spring forth in my heart. How could anything this perfect come (even once removed) from me?
I look at my now grown daughter through tears of love. I am amazed at her strength, her power, and her tenacity to overcome. What a wonderful mother she will be. What an amazing young woman she has become.
How truly wonderful is love. No matter how many people you let into your heart, there is always room for one more. Somehow, all that love that we hold there just scoots over and makes room, filling in all the corners and all the chambers and all the rooms.
Reminding me of the things that are most important in my life. Reminding me that love lives on, that families are forever, and that the circle is complete.
1 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
In the newness of my sweet grand-daughter I find the wonder and glory of His Love. And most of all, that we each have within us the power to become new. To be better than we were and more like we need to be.
Now it is your turn. Take just five minutes and tell us about NEW.