Take a deep breath. You made it. It’s Friday.
Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back over at the Gypsy Mama and invite others to join in.
3. Go wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.
Won’t you give me your best five minutes for the prompt:
Bare….
START
Bare trees, bare ground, bare sins, bare heart. So much in my life feels bare. It is winter here in my beloved mountains. Winter in the air and in the landscape. Winter seeps into my very soul. It has been a hard time for me. I have felt the overwhelming aloneness of bare. The hurts of unkind words and deeds. Yet, I am moving through this time and working on becoming more that I have been, more than others think I am. I am stripped to my soul and now will come the spring and the warmth and the healing. We all have moments when we feel bare. When there seems to be no one for company and comfort. When embarrassment stains our cheeks with red flags of shame. Yet, bare is not an ending, but a new beginning. A reaching, a yearning, a seeking and a time of looking up and out into the possibilities of spring. Here are the words to one of my favorite hymns.
Where Can I Turn for Peace?
1. Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart,
Searching my soul?
2. Where, when my aching grows,
Where, when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.
3. He answers privately,When we feel bare, it is a time to turn our faces toward His grace and His keeping. A time to seek Him and know that He will fill all the bare places. He reaches our reaching, He grasps our hands and hearts, He covers all the bare with His love without end.
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind,
Love without end.
STOP
Now it is your turn. What are you going to write today in just five minutes?
Beautiful post!
ReplyDeletePatty
we all have bare souls this time of year it seems... lovely encouraging post!
ReplyDeleteYes - spring is coming! I'm sorry for your pain and the feeling of winter deep inside. That kind of baring is hard, painful, yet so necessary. He does reach out & meet us where we are. I love your ending words, "He covers all the bare with His love without end." So, so very true. Thank you for your vulnerable heart and sharing.
ReplyDeletePraying that as you enter the spring time of your life that you will be filled with joy - new life.
ReplyDeleteI love this:
Yet, bare is not an ending, but a new beginning. A reaching, a yearning, a seeking and a time of looking up and out into the possibilities of spring.
I talk about emptying myself in order to be filled with Christ. I bared my soul to God.
Blessings,
Janis
This was such a heartfelt post. We all do have these moments in our life. That hymn is one of my favorites. Praying for you to have great joy in your life. Like you I lean upon the Savior to get me through the difficult moments of life. He is only a prayer away and I desire to walk with Him.
ReplyDeleteBlessings for your thoughts; I was touched by them.
Whoever hurt you needs to come see me.... I need to "share" something with them...my fist down their throat. You are one of the kindest, more caring, thoughtful people I have ever known, and I'm so sorry that you are going through all this.
ReplyDeleteThis post reminds me of a time when I felt the same way. This SAME song came also to my mind. The greatest sorrows of my life have brought me closer to the Savior than I ever could have experienced without such pain. When I felt that NO ONE could understand me - I learned that HE DOES. Totally and Completley. And He will NEVER abandon us! May you continue to find peace through Him... Your friend, Corine :D
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