On Fridays, a group joins over at Lisa-Jo’s to write for
five minutes flat – no editing, no backtracking, just raw words. Won’t you join us? Here are mine:
I look around and it glares at me: paper, laundry, dishes, bills or that
face. Often it is my own as I pass the
mirror in the living room or bathroom.
Sometimes I catch my reflection in the oven door. Most of the time it is that little one, with
the eyes so dark that pupil and iris are one.
Those eyes! What do they see? Do they see the mess that surrounds, the
harried mom that rushes past. Do they
ever see a smile?
When I take the time to look and not just see, what do I
perceive? Is it the need, the want, the
love – all beaming back at me? Is it the
firestorm brewing that no meteorologist can predict? And how do I catch that
and hold it gentle in my hand. To take
the coming flame and use it to refine to purest gold instead of burning down
the house is my quest. If only I could
see deeper and beyond.
Time
Wow, that feels really unfinished, but so does this stage
of life. I’ll just have to accept that
and try to carry on with every grace given to me by God, and hope to pass it
along.
So well said and seeing the important things over the material things is often difficult. Well said.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the God work.
Just hopped over from Five MInute Friday
Not sure if that was a typo, but is certainly is God's work raising these little ones, isn't it?
DeleteI can appreciate your post so much. As busy moms, it can be so tough to see the forest for the trees. I feel like I'm always rushing about, as well. It is hard to make sure that you stop and embrace just "being" with the kids. Happy Friday!
ReplyDeleteI have to just keep telling myself this over and over. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteI like that paragraph about the coming firestorm and using it for gold rather than burning down the house. Nice visual! Many days, I'm afraid our house is in cinders rather than gold glory...thanks for the word picture!
ReplyDeleteOh, I've got black smudges all over my face from the fires. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteSo sweet. And I love the way you ended this post.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Didn't feel very sweet when I was sriting it. :)
DeleteI love that accepting and that moving on. :) This is so me, "...bills or that face. Often it is my own as I pass the mirror in the living room or bathroom." Yep, I did that today. Just now in face. Ha!
ReplyDeleteIt catches me off guard what I see a lot of the time. Something I definitely need to work on. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteLoved reading your five-minute friday post--beautiful and thought-provoking...what do the little eyes see? Thanks for sharing and for stopping my blog too! =)
ReplyDeleteSo hard to think about what expression he sees on my face most of the time. Thank you.
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