I walk the house round and round while the babies nap and I wipe the sweat from my palms down the front of my jeans.
I steal minutes, here and there, and pen words in chicken scratch and I watch the clock.
The day drags.
And I’ve got nothing.
I serve pound cake with whipped cream while the women make small talk and pin on name tags and at 7:03, I open in prayer.
Women with nothing understand the art of prayer and I pray, using no pretty words.
I don’t even know how to pray pretty.
We work through God’s Story and take notes during the video and in the middle of the video, I decide to trash the rest of my plans for our time together.
And I go rogue.
Completely off topic.
I do everything but close the book.
To my surprise, I find my voice right there in the middle of the choir room.
And I smile,
Not because I think I’ve found my voice, my something…
I smile because I think God just swooped in and whispered to me:
Who’s writing this story? Me or you? You choose.
Happy Friday Y’all! I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo and her Five Minute Friday clan again this Friday and as always, I’m writing in real time, giving you guys an honest peek into my patched up heart and messy life. It’s been a while. I had forgotten how much I love this community of writers! And I thank you now, for a heaping spoon of grace. (and this post took me 7 minutes, plus 3 to upload a pic. for real.)
If you have thirty minutes, pop on over and meet some of the other writers. You’ll be glad you did.