Five Minute Friday: Still

A group of ladies does Five Minute Fridays. Gypsy Mama gives a prompt, and the assignment is to write for five minutes, and don't edit! I'm going to try it for the first time. Today the prompt is still.

Go.

Still. I am still distracted. After all this. I still want these beautiful things, forests and daisy fields. I still want to be better. I still think I'm not enough. Still. And then You tell me to just relax. Stop worrying about it. Just be. Still. And still I don't listen long enough. Still I don't believe You. Maybe I was made to want these things. Maybe we all were. Maybe the pine trees and the butterflies were made for all our hearts. Maybe the things we were made for are so much bigger than who we believe we are. I'm sure of it, but how do I still not feel that, believe that? Still I think of all these things that could never be, sure of it. And still you amaze me with things that should never be. Things I have said that you've directly made true. Things that have happened that looking back on, make me giggle uncontrollably (inside). Feeling still. Still feeling. Still trusting. I am still alive, with You. Still running. Still aching for beautiful things. Still watching out the window for the tomatoes to turn red and ripen, waiting for the plums to soften... Somehow I'm still waiting. Waiting still. Maybe that's the way You want it. Just be still. still be. A word with two meanings that somehow become so similar and linked.

Stop.