Today I’m joining in the five minute friday conversation through the Gypsy Mama. I have five minutes to write, start to finish on a selected topic.
“We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.
On Fridays we write with gusto, unselfconscious and flat out.”
Today we write about Opportunity, so here I go, all heart, no editing.
They all head out the door, sippy cups in the side pocket of the bag and towels flowing over the sides. Off to the splash pad, to WalMart and then home. The door closes and here I sit with my chance, my two hours or so to write.
This is my opportunity to do the thing God put within me to do besides motherhood. Two hours to say all that I’ve been longing to communicate for the past few days.
He left in a huff and me with a frown.
He’s leaving in 48 hours for a conference, and then when that door closes I’ll be 4 days a single parent, how do those women do it every day, month, year? Every bath and diaper and meal all on me. A part of me is at peace and then the other part is frustrated. I love being a mother, in every way but somedays my career aspirations shout “Hey, what about me?”
I strive to die to myself, to serve those little ones and the bearded guy that I love down to an atomic level.
Yet, somewhere inside me there is a whisper, “You can serve others too, outside these walls, you have a story, you have hope, don’t give up, don’t quit, there is more for you”
And then I scream inside, “but when! When is this moment?!” It isn’t now, or if it is it’s only a few hours a week when I have the brain space to unblock my thoughts and let them become words to share.
It’s a season, whispers my Father, I give you everything you need to fulfill your purpose, grace for my timing beautiful daughter, breathe the air of my grace.
He’s leaving in 48 hours, we have only a little time left as a family, to laugh and part with hearts full of love.