Rummage Sale

on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. – See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/#sthash.wH6IoVh7.dpuf
on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. – See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/#sthash.wH6IoVh7.dpuf
on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. – See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/#sthash.wH6IoVh7.dpuf

Joining with First Friday writers- five minute of writing with no worries, no editing, just writing. This week’s prompt: Release

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Rummaging through the clutter that has become my life I am stopped by memories and moments that flash as beacons lighting the way home. Signposted flashes of purpose and meaning wrapped in first grade finger-painting and crayon-written notes.

 

Waves of melancholy swell as I unwrap each crafted gift of life. Life suspended in photos of bbq slathered grins and wake-boarding feats. Life grasped and tallied, desperate to stop its march, long enough to bask in the wonder of those moments – so perfect – that heaven opens wide its arms to give a glimpse of eternity.

 

Yet somewhere in the grasping I’m gently reminded: faith is the assurance of things hope for, the evidence that Life is not a rummaging through the past, but releasing to the future…

 

a dove released to find signs of Life – branches of hope –

hope crafted in the midst of waiting,

hope created in the midst of rain

hope colored brilliant in sunlight..

 

And suddenly in the wave of melancholy I am reminded that holding on too tight only brings sore muscles

 

Better to open wide my arms, open wider my eyes

make room for eternity as I simply smile at all the beacon lit moments I’ve been given

… leading me home.

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Joining with a host of writers: Five Minute Fridays, Thought-provoking Thursdays, Just Write, Playdates with God, Imperfect Prose, Tell His Story

 

 

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One Comment Add yours

  1. so lovely Jane… well ” captured” and faith-full like you, beautiful xoxo Big Sis, Jeane

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