Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. Today the prompt is Wonder.
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This time of year is difficult for me as it holds so many painful memories. Deaths, devastating surgeries, tragedies...all have piled onto the month of December over the years of my marriage. I saw the prompt for today's 5 Minute Friday and thought...oh joy. More pressure to perform as immediate the concept...the WONDER of Christmas filled my mind. I shook it away. It hurts to think about it.
Today I'm preparing cookie batter for a Family Baking day. My sisters will join together tomorrow in one of their churches (multiple ovens) and we will spend the day, baking. We will also spend the day laughing and complaining about the need for poise pads now we've all born our children and looking the number 50 square in the face.
This morning, to help my mind prepare for this cookie extravaganza, I put on Spotify...the internet based, listener selected radio. Young Miss Jackie Evancho began to sing O Come All Ye Faithful. The pure tone of her voice drew me away from the kitchen like nectar draws a bee. I found myself standing in front of my computer, which was silly as there's no graphics to the station. But I closed my eyes and let her voice sweep over me. Lifting me from the clutter of my family room into the throne room of God.
Oh Come All Ye Faithful.
Today I'm preparing cookie batter for a Family Baking day. My sisters will join together tomorrow in one of their churches (multiple ovens) and we will spend the day, baking. We will also spend the day laughing and complaining about the need for poise pads now we've all born our children and looking the number 50 square in the face.
This morning, to help my mind prepare for this cookie extravaganza, I put on Spotify...the internet based, listener selected radio. Young Miss Jackie Evancho began to sing O Come All Ye Faithful. The pure tone of her voice drew me away from the kitchen like nectar draws a bee. I found myself standing in front of my computer, which was silly as there's no graphics to the station. But I closed my eyes and let her voice sweep over me. Lifting me from the clutter of my family room into the throne room of God.
Oh Come All Ye Faithful.
My hearts pounds, the gooseflesh rises on my arms and a tiny seed sprouts within me. Wonder.
This month holds many memories of pain and I feel so UNCHRISTIAN to tell you how much I have come to dislike having to celebration of the birth of Christ in THIS month. I want to feel something inside, something that I can celebrate.
The Wonder. As her clear, uncomplicated tone sweeps over me, I am reminded that one day I will stand with others...and our voices will raise in celebration to our Father and to our Savior. I will shed the pain of earth and life and be filled with wonder to stand before them and lift my voice with all who have gone before me. My voice will rise with the same beauty of Jackie, Patti, Charlotte, or Susan.
This month holds many memories of pain and I feel so UNCHRISTIAN to tell you how much I have come to dislike having to celebration of the birth of Christ in THIS month. I want to feel something inside, something that I can celebrate.
The Wonder. As her clear, uncomplicated tone sweeps over me, I am reminded that one day I will stand with others...and our voices will raise in celebration to our Father and to our Savior. I will shed the pain of earth and life and be filled with wonder to stand before them and lift my voice with all who have gone before me. My voice will rise with the same beauty of Jackie, Patti, Charlotte, or Susan.
And this my dearheart, is a balm to this hurting heart.
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This week this little bit showed up on my facebook wall. I love flash mobs anyway but this one brought tears to my eyes as they included a special guest who appears about 4.26. There is a young man who responds at 4:41 in such a way that caught a sob in my throat. I share this with you...