4/20/12

Five Minute Friday: Together

Today is a day for practicing saying whatever we want, and not apologizing, not editing, not scratching out and starting over. We write for five minutes flat about whatever comes into mind reading this one word. And today's word is together.


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I stood in front of you and read my soul. 80, 75, 103 of you? I don't know. but there were a lot. In the world of poetry, my words were probably nothing new. But I wrote them for the One who matters. And though I couldn't see you from that stage, under those blinding lights, it was the most freeing thing. And it wasn't freeing because I was alone, in those lights, pouring my soul out. It was freeing because we were together. You, trusting me, and listening intently, and being with me, even if you weren't next to me holding my hand, making a chain of us.


Together. I shared that poem because He asked me to. And I thought about my brothers and my sisters all around the world, and how can I hold these gifts inside, in this land where I can talk about Him freely? I shared those words with all of you, all of us, because everything we do for Him, we do together. 


And I need to remember that. And though I do not want to live my faith for feelings, I need to remember we are together. And once in a while, to do something terrifying feels real. Because we're always together, and I want to remember that. 

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful. Oh, to stand in the terrifying and know that we are not alone. He is there and when we trust Him and obey, what beautiful things He does. Thanks for sharing and thanks for the courage to stand on the stage before others to share.

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    1. "to stand in the terrifying" I love how you put that. Thank you for the encouragement!

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  2. The outcome of obedience to His call is always uplifting and freeing. The courage you showed in reading something so personal before others is testimony to His strength in you. Thank you for sharing.
    Blessings,
    Felecia

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