Five Minute Friday: Write

Haven’t done this in a while- but today’s prompt for Five Minute Friday from Lisa-Jo Baker, was the impetus I needed.

WRITE she said.

 

So I click on the big blue W and open a doc and I write. To write is to live through written expression of one’s thoughts, emotions and beliefs. For some of us it is almost the breath of life itself. We are compelled to string these letters together to attempt to make some sort of sense to others who read. 

 John opens his Gospel with an introduction to THE WORD.  The Word was there in the beginning when it all started, this great big story that is bigger than life, stranger than fiction, full of guts and glory, love and betrayal, death and new life. It is our story, the one we are grafted into. 

Where our stranger than fiction lives begin to make sense to us. When we connect to The Word. What makes that connection is all those letters strung across time and space that make sense together. How? You say- It’s all about the Who- The Word made flesh, taken out of time and space to walk in this place with us one step and one word at a time. 

And we speak through these words on the page strung together to offer you a Lifeline to be connected to THE WORD as we are. 

 

We write. 

 

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. There was a man sent from God whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God- children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” John 1:1-14

 

Five Minute Friday: Write

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You see this picture? I could never in a million years paint that. I can barely take a photograph and it does it no justice, but it gives you an idea of what I saw yesterday. 

I have no artistic ability in me, I can’t even mix colors well. Heck, I can barely color inside the lines. 

I can not make music, my singing voice is far from what it was in college when I took voice lessons. 

 I can appreciate the work and where it comes from.

Because I write. I know where that spot is in me. I write the words I’m given. I write from a place deep within, marred by many things over the years. The years have honed the words. Sometimes the words come up from the deep and spill all over the page. 

The blank page. My canvas. The picture isn’t always pretty; but it’s clear and if you look you will see me in what I write. My portrait.

Full stop.