We write for 5 minutes flat.
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Today’s word is small. You can join in or read more Five Minute Friday posts over at Lisa-Jo’s blog.
I watched from my chair as he stood on the edge of the group. Watching. Observing carefully the throng of children. All older than him. Loud with happy. He looked so small. The baby of the group. An opportunity for someone else. She took him by the hand and pulled him in, offering crackers and hugs. His smallness made her big.
Turning back to the meeting, I was surrounded by other women. All had been before. Friends for longer than I’d lived here. I felt small. The newbie of the group. It was loud. Loud with happy children and a long to-do of business talk. A question came up and I spoke. My voice was small and the talk continued over me. But one mama heard. One sweet friend. And she spoke for me, drawing attention to my voice. And I was heard. My smallness made her big. And she pulled me up with her.
The baby cries with hunger or need for comfort. The toddler screams with impatience, a hurry-up with dinner. Everyone wakes all night long. There is no sleep. And I tell Jesus that I feel small. And He reaches down and pulls me up in all his bigness and tells me that it’s okay. Because his bigness will fill what my smallness can’t reach.