On Fridays, a group joins together to write for five minutes flat – no editing, no backtracking, just raw words. Here are mine:
I look through photos, folder after folder. Who am I looking for in there? Who do I find?
I wonder what happened to the athlete, where did the designer go? What about the one who was passionate for women’s ministry?
I see other faces mixed in. There are smiles and hugs and shared life. There are children – some of mine some of others.
Do those experiences define me?
My given name stays the same throughout every day and month and season, but who am I really?
My name means “loved one”. That really is all that matters, but do I KNOW my name. Know it deep down in a way that is not just unforgettable, but comforts and assures me every day, month and season.
And by whom am I loved? There is family, of course, but also friends. Most importantly, I am loved by my Maker. Not One who is content to just be the responsible party for this life, but One who chooses to be my soul Father.
(Ack… five minutes goes fast!!)
Now it’s your turn. Just click on the button up top to link in yourself.